Images Of The WreckWhat Does It Remind You Of

Sandra

Although I don't know you, and for what it's worth, you have my utmost sympathy. In my mind, you have also finally answered any "time travel back to the Titanic" ideas I may have had.

God bless you.

Kind regards

Sam
 
The amazing thing aout the people who lost theyre lives that tragic is the great and vast contrasts between them. Rich and old, young and poor, and some that fell right in the middle. Some coming to America to start a new life, others to enjoy the rewards of a lifetimes work of spoils. What makes Titanic so unique, is when you see the ship, it manages to encompass them all nicely, and also tragically. For on one hand when you see her in her infancy, the last piesces having been put together on her, the paint still freshly smelling, shes is like a youthful child about to take its first steps on what should be a lifetime of joy and achievements. The hope and the beauty are so strong, just like the people she carried. Then there is the Titanic we see at the ocean floor, split in 2 with no hope of ever seeing its dreams realised, or we of ever seeing the absolute beauty and spector of this grand ship. The great irony is, all the hopes and dreams for this ship were shattered, never to be realised, its life cut short so too young. Much like the people, from all walks of life, that she carried
 
Sam-

I assure you, I didn't mean to discourage your time travel. It's a motherly instinct, I know I'm not the only one to lose a child ( a fate I wish no one). I apologize for being so moved at the moment. Off the subject: I read your profile and would like to include that my husband's family name was originally spelled "Laoghaire" before they immigrated to the US via Canada. The name was changed upon their arrival to LaHair. I hope to visit Dun Laoghaire before I depart this world. And I plan to sail over. My family name is Stanton and haven't been able to find S. Ward Stanton in the family gene pool.

Regards, Sandra
 
When I first saw the photographs, then films, of Titanic's resting place, I felt disappointed. I always thought, wished it so, that she was solid, in one piece-still strong. It was then that the reality of the disaster, the fact that yes, this was a disaster, hit me.
The condition of the ship (broken in half...so it was true!) made me more interested (all the scatterings of the most simple things, seemed so extraordinary), and a little less interested at the same time, if that makes any sence. Maybe more interested, even emotional, in ways that books and movies about Titanic did not seem to give me anymore.
But what I most recall, then as now, is the stern section. In terrifying shape, the decks peeled back to forever hide the spaces, the railings and staircases where so many clung to in their desperate desire to hold on...to anything. It seems quite fitting that this is hidden from view. It would be too painful if it was not.

Thank you-
Kris.
 
Its amazing the simple and raw emotion of just the remains of the ship still bring to people to this day. Its a phenom like i have not ever seen matched. A tribute in a way to all that Titanic was and still is to people
 
To Sandra Lahair,
You have my heartfelt sympathy at loosing your child, as a father myself I don't know how I would cope with a tragedy like that. I didn't mean to upset anyone by my comments - I only wrote what I felt. Titanic just sort of gets to me.
regards and best wishes.
James.
 
What does it remind me of?

I could go a million places with this...

But it ultimately reminds me that 1,500 people were lost, all for the sake of...what? What is the reason this had to happen?

If you listen carefully, sometimes you can still hear the noises from that night...the screams of the people...and the scream of the ship as it was torn asunder...

I really can't look at a lot of the wreck footage. For some reason, that bow standing like it does...It feels like it's mocking, somehow...

And yes, she is a shell. And a symbol of futility...and a reminder that some dreams should never, ever be made real...
 
The image you get , or at least i do, is that of Titanic being a helpless child, wondering why it is suddenly alone and why was it led to be hurt so badly? For all that she was, she was still an infant in terms of age, and dependant on those that guided her. You have to look no further than the image of the bow rail, no longer quite straight and covered in seaweed, and thats when it all starts to hit you. What i will never ever be able to understand is, if such painstaking careful effort was put into the planning, building, launch and publicity that all came with her, why in gods name did those who all that, why did they choose to operate her with such reckless abando
 
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