Thank you, Terri, for hosting Black & White Memories!
I hope your summer meme finds itself a permanent home in the Land of Blog!
Today I'm sharing a few images of my family's '57 trans-Atlantic sailings ….. a germ that grew into my life-long infatuation with cruising.
I have to smile at my mother's inscription on the back: "Gala Party." None of us look particularly celebratory, do we?
By all accounts, I was a happy - but reckless - 7 year old. Oblivious to potential hazards, I loved exploring the ships' nooks and crannies. In those days, parents weren't so inclined to worry. "We're on a boat; how far can she go?" An age of innocence, yes.
Unfortunately, I've but a few real memories:
Lined up, awaiting Sunday morning religious services: I tried slipping beneath a purple velvet rope to join what looked like a more interesting group. But like a rocket, my mom's arm shot out and pulled me back. "No! You must not go there … that's First Class." I suppose one could call our 3rd Class accommodations 'steerage' … but so what? We got there and back the same as everyone else.
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That's me on the far right
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There being more than a few children aboard, both the QE and QM's staff would host little tea parties and give away trinkets to keep us entertained.
Here I'm wearing a concoction my dad assembled for the crazy hat contest. This I vividly remember! SO humiliated when my time came to model, I was certain people were laughing at me. (I've always detested the thought of being looked at.)
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Several years ago DH and I were near Long Beach and I asked if we might tour the old Queen Mary. More than 60 years later, I wondered what - if anything - I might recall. Unfortunately, there were but a couple of nuances. Like a dream … here one instant, gone the next.
Memories are like that, ya they are.
Say, won't you join us next time?
Hugs,
Myra
