Margi McAllister

“Electric light!” I said. We’d never had electric light at home, just gaslight and candles, and the only taps were in the kitchen and the back scullery. “Well, this is good!” said Ma. “Daisy, when we get to New York I won’t want to get off this ship!” By midday I didn’t know if she’d even get out of her bunk. It was a nice enough day and not a bit stormy, but the rocking of the ship in the water made her queasy before we even started moving. The boys wanted to go on deck so I had to go with them, and we joined the masses of third-class passengers climbing up to the fresh air.”
― Margi McAllister, Titanic

“numb with cold, slipped from the oars. My ears, toes and fingers stung. Water had slopped into the bottom of the boat, and my feet were soaked and sore with cold. The man”
― Margi McAllister, Titanic