Every once in a while history and real life collide.
This year marks the 103rd anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.
What does this have to do with me? My great-grandfather was supposed to be on Titanic as a ship’s printer; that’s right, my great-grandfather was employed by White Star Line. I never knew my great-grandfather, so I’ll never know exactly why he quit instead of jumping at the chance to serve on what was already the most famous ship of its day. But quit he did; he obtained new employment on the banana boats. I know this because of the matchsafe he left behind:
And while I couldn’t find his immigration records (I forget his first name), here’s the immigration record for my grandpa:
Oh, and today marks the two-year anniversary of this blog. Happy Anniversary to Me!