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= This is the dairy I took while on the titanic = =Sunday, April 14, 1912 1:00 p.m. = =Dear Dairy, = The second I saw this this boat I was amazed. I did know that such a big boat would come to Southampton England. I heard whispers between two crew men saying it was 882 feet long that’s long. Since I'm traveling with John Holm and Mauritz Ådahl I should talk about them a little.

They made me go on this boat they are going pay me back some how. I was second class on the Fredrik VIII but now I’m third class here. Even though class isn’t the best way of life I enjoy it. The crew also said the 3rd class rooms are just as good as 2nd class rooms on most boats. So now I'm in my amazing room writing.Well it’s not that amazing. 4 beds toilet that's it. I did see another girl writing in her dairy. She was around my age. My favorite part of the whole ship is the heat and lighting. Love yours truly,  //A//ur ﻿ ora Landerman P.S. I went up to the poop deck. I was really fun. I could see other young adults and talk to them. The bad thing was all this machinery was around the deck. Young children were getting yelled at to back away. The other rooms good too. I did not smoke or drink so I did not like the smoking room, but I did like the general room. Every night for the past three nights all of the 3rd class passengers gathered and talked. I liked how the walls are decorated with posters of all different kind of vessels. The room that looked the most appealing was the dinning saloon. At least to my stomach. It healed 400 people and 20 people were at each table. They had a big menu let me tell you about it. I had Irish stew, cabin biscuits, and fruit. All I had to drink was water you know trying to stick to that diet. p.p.s Can I you Molly?

Dear Molly ,
== While Bridget and I were talking in our cabin we almost got struck by a terrible noise. It was not just a boom it was an explosion. It irritated me that that I just got interrupted. We were talking about the first class passengers epically Marie Young the brattiest one of them all. She thinks because she was the music teacher for Ethel Roosevelt she is the best witch she is not. She is an old lady and can go rot alone. == ==Getting back to the noise, I was in my bed Bridget was in hers when a jolt of the thunder hit us. My clothes that were in the closet started to swing to and fro. So I decided to go up stairs to the deck. I saw ice everywhere I mean everywhere, on the ground, the benches and even on people. Many kids awoke to the noise. They were all playing football with the ice. In the distance I saw a black shape a triangle in the water. I knew we had hit it. == ==Bridget and I got our big and little things and came to the deck. Then another jolt happened. The engines turned off. I am scared I thought. What’s going to happen? Am I going to die? Bridget tried to cheer me up. That didn’t help. Then I realized my picture of family the most precious thing I had was still under my pillow. I ran down the stairs witch felt really weird. My cabin had water in it. It was about 6 inches deep. I was dedicated to getting my picture. I screamed top bunk here I come. I got it. I ran back up the really weird stairs and to Bridget. ==

// A // ur ﻿ ora Landerman
==﻿Monday, April 15th,1912 12:45 a.m. == ==Dear Molly, == ==<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Now that I was at the top of the ship, I was okay, but the workers said we needed life belts. When I got down their, their was chaos. Everyone was looking for their family. I just went to my cabin and got my belt. This time when I went up the stairs, they seamed weirder than before. I tried to see what was happening, but couldn’t figure it out. == ==<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I heard a man scream, “Women and children first”. I hurried to the edge of the boat. “Could this be true, they were lowering lifeboats?” I saw #7 in the water, but it was only half full, why? I walked onto 11. Bridget was on it too. A jolt hit me when the boat lowered. I heard music. Why would they play music when we were “dieing”. It smelled like food that was being prepared for breakfast. I tried to stay calm. I possably couldn’t. Their we were in the middle of the Atlantic in the smallest thing ever. All I could see was the tilted Titanic. We decided to jump out of the boat and go get our luggage. ==

// A // ur ﻿ ora Landerman
==<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">﻿Monday, April 15th 1912 1:20, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Dear Molly, The top of the boat was such a mess. People were scurrying every where, to and fro. Bridget had found a child named Greg. He was the cutest little thing ever. He liked both of us. He was only 3 but very obedient. Then I see Marie. I am not exited. She is trying to be a hero, more like someone looking for attention. Her nice clothes and nice life blowing in the wind. I’m sure shes going to live, unlike people who have to work to get to America. My “new family” and I were walking over to boat 13. We were so nervous, scared as h**l. We jumped onto the boat. I saw a very fat lady. Trying not to get on. She said that the big boat was a perfect spot for her. Bridget, Greg and I all thought that she was going to sit on us. Then I feel like we mint be going down. Is it true, us on a life boat for an unsinkable ship. Why would a ship be sinking? This can’t be true. Let me tell you what happened before this. Two crew men tried to lock us in the stair case. Bridget said”Umm... Excuse me Mr., but you must not know what is going on. Don’t cha know that we are sinking more and more every moment?” He said ”Course I know Miss, but we’ve been ordered to lock these gates because the decks are becoming crowded.” Bridget responded,“But how are we going to get in a life boat.”Finally the crew man said, “I’m sorry Miss, I really am. Was he really saying that? We all stare at each other, then scream, be to let us through. Bridget and I realize at the same time that they were on the same side of the gate as us. We slowly back away. Then I said as sweetly as possible,Could you please unlock the gate for us?” The man responded, “Oh shucks, Miss we would love to, but we just can’t.” Finally Bridget bumps in and says, Oh really, well I guess were all stuck here together then.” The crew finally gave in and let us and a group of girls through. ==

// A // ur ﻿ ora Landerman
==<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">﻿Monday, April 15th 1912 2:30, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Dear Molly, Now being in a lifeboat I feel saver than when I was on the Titanic. I see all 27 people shaking. I try so hard to keep calm. Little Greg is crying with fear. Bridget and I trying so hard to help him. He misses the lady who just let him rot in the Titanic all by himself. I see the fat lady trying to get out and go to her husband. i feel bad for the man who married her. == <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I see chaos coming from the unsinkable ship. I swear I saw one pillar already come down. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000099; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">I wonder if it hurt any one <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">? People are jumping off into the sub zero Atlantic. People dieing, Its a horrid scene. I’m now crying seeing this piece of history go down to the bottom of the ocean. Screaming, yelling, crying its amazing to see what one mistake from the captain can do. I wonder what the captain is going to do when we come back and he will be very ashamed of himself.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Now their is beautiful lights going off in the sky about every 10 minutes. Bridget told me it was every 5 minutes but I swear it was every 10. They were so pretty. Greg loved them. I wonder why they would be putting pretty things in the sky when we are in such a crisis. They were loud. Almost like canon balls going off in the sky. I would like them more if they were quoter. The captain must be nice to give out a show for the passangers.

// A // ur ﻿ ora Landerman
<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Monday, April 15th 1913 2:30, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Dear Molly, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> A year went by and I still feel the freezing water and air. The dead bodies are in my dreams. The horrid sights in my mind. I feel the pain of the people who went down. When the Carpathia came I screamed so loud you could hear it a thousand miles away. If they didn't come I would have died, right their on life boat 13. In front of my little Greg. My little son.( At least for 2 weeks at a time.) New York was amazing. The great statue ruled over the city. It was beautiful, amazing, brilliant. Reporters were on my case asking how I survived. Did any of your loved ones die. I say this is not the right time for questions I just watched my best friend die. People acted like all they want to is get a good story for their news paper. I refused to answer any questions.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I am now in engagement to a beautiful man named Fredrik Johnson. We are planning to have no kids. He is a bright young man with a huge heart. I love him so. Our wedding is coming up soon. Little Greg is his best man. Speaking of Greg he cant go a day with out having thoughts about the Titanic.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I will make a paper with all the survors names and put it in the town hall. I enjoy new York. The people only ask about the Titanic every once In a while. Tomorrow is little Greg's birthday he is turing 3.