We applied online (Okay – Robert did) and we got tickets for all of us to see The Grand Staircase. To tell you the truth I was kind of under whelmed at the idea s we didn’t manage to get ticket s for the main event. But when we walked in that room and there there it was. Honestly it brought tears to my eyes.
When I started researching Edith Nile Peacock, it was ‘wow’ we have a distant relative drowned on Titanic, but as the 100th anniversary approached it became, as the Americans would say more ‘real’ to me.
When I thought of what she would tell her children on that fateful night, did she tell them anything? did she like any mother try to turn it into an ‘adventure’? Did she jolly them along, making a pirate story for them hoping to get onto the lifeboat. At what time did the oldest girl Treastall become scared? What did her mother say to reassure her?
So really, Edith became real for me. And when I walked into the room that houses The Grand Staircase I felt a twinge in my heart for that poor young mother, and tears instantly came to my eyes.
We got our photos taken with my sister Bri and her daughter Cara and we sat down to take in the enormity of where we were.
God bless Edith and her two young children, may they rest in peace.