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The day started off just as any other. I saw Miss Madeline Straus walking her brown terrier Airedale, Cora Bell who obviously couldn't help but give ruckus to Mr. Johannes McMeans. He never really bothered the poor thing, he'd just be jogging his normal route to the pier at Roches Point by the Commodore, round Spy Hill and then back to the Deck of Cards Houses. This was everyday. Even Mr. Martin from the United States, was acting all but excited taking his trash out to the street way. He was a peculiar one, why with his three piece suits and briefcase. He'd almost pass as one of those Swizz types, but him staying here, where income weekly would match an average shoe size, he just doesn't fit in. He's not bad to glance at either way.

"Hey, Mr. Maartin." I had to wave at somebody. I can't be standing here looking at everybody like a creeper now.

"Hey, Misses Deveney." He replied, his smile was ear wide with glossed eyes. "Excited about today?"

His voice was bold and full. Almost alarming if you didn't know him.

"Yes Mr. Maartin!" Unable to hide how excited I really was. It's as much about knowing he'd be there, as it were the journey. Kittie had been feeling bad in her stomach and didn't wan ta go. So, I knew she was nervous. To me, every thought of Manhattan was like a piece of Heaven running down the top of your neck. I can still feel those memories grabbing my heart everyday. It's like seeing Kate and Delila chasing the moths at Cobh, crashing into one another. They'd be so excited seeing the Cinnabars flying with their red stripes and dark grey wings They'd be so beautiful come twilight and the ones late getting home. I could sit and watch them for hours, but as normal as today was we had to get ready for Manhattan. Everybody did.

The pier was anything but calm all night after the Titanic ported. The party for the sailors lasted in every tavern calling folks from all over the port. Didn't take long round the Deck of Cards so I could imagine local taverns. The Ports were just as full, seeing we'd been leaving there come 8 that same night anyway. Everybody was there boarding. Only the 2 nice ladies from the train made it to first class. I know almost all the names and family trees, from each of us that made it onboard the Titanic. The aura of the whole thing was really glamourous with an auditorium feel to it. Almost as if they built it just to have extravagant parties and tell the rest of us to help them stage it is all.

We spent the night taking care of Kittie with her stomach nerves still breaking her will. The foxglove was always slow when drunk with caffeine. I imagine they were fine when she was taking her drink with Mr. Martin but the ball room though. I seen him later and he said she had been all nerves and "no Kittie" like we were all used too. I know we all were excited but, we were finally on such a long trip and she didn't know what she was landing to in America. I figured it was just being on the vessel that would've made all the difference. Getting the voyage over was only the beginning.

Being sick at sea wasn't even on my mind. I wanted to see the upper decks as bad as I wanted to see New York grow. Even on the deck the size of the thing was awful. It was an entire area for dancing under the stars. It was the same place I'd met Delila when the Titanic's beams started bursting. It didn't seem real she'd told me that Kate was dead in the room and she didn't know what to do. I knew we didn't have much time and the crew kept yelling "women and children on the boats!" I told her I didn't believe her about Kittie but we had to go. Where ever she was she would have to get on the life boat on her own. I didn't think she would really stay.

Mr. Martin made it to the boats. I remember him saying there was only a few survivors from the Deck of Cards. He said we'd hit ice right in the middle of the Atlantic. Something about they didn't think they'd be in the same path. We never spoke about He and Kate, but I know he felt something still to this day. I was so disappointed it didn't work out when we'd arrived. We'd dated briefly and....

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This piece of history was found within an old collection of letters owned by Jason Martin, Virginia Beach, Virginia. The Grandson of Thomas Martin, Bos., Mass., 1880-1947, from Margaret to most likely to keep Thomas, 2nd, familiar with such a pivotal point in history.