Dining Third Class on the RMS Titanic

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"Lay down, lad. You are somebody's child." That realization, that mindset that woman had is the core of true empathy and brought me to tears. The word "hero" gets thrown around way too much imo but SHE is a true hero. Look at everyone you see and remember they were somebody's baby.

I can only assume Bertha was still in shock from the disaster and also filled with euphoria at having been rescued. Sometimes people will walk out of a disaster laughing and giddy, coming down from adrenaline.

This reminded me of when my friend and I did the Titanic for our history days project in 8th grade. The judge asked us what "RMS" stood for, and after a panicked look at each other, our answer was "Really Massive Ship".

I saw that Daniel Buckley was listed as being alive from 1890-1918, so I had to look him up. I found that he was killed in France about a month before the end of World War I trying to retrieve his wounded comrades from the battlefield. He left Europe for a better life in 1912 and ended up returning 6 years later only to be killed in Europe.

The bit about the mother playing the piano for her child makes me cry. Imagine being so calm in death. Knowing you'll be gone soon but all you want is for your child to be happy in their final moments. It's heartbreaking.

My gosh, that lady’s comment to the young man to lie down and she’d hide him so he could live made me tear up. I know a lot of people died needlessly that day, but being kind while in the face of panic and possible death isn’t as easy as people think. Brovo to her

That anecdote about the mother singing to her small child absolutely guts me. The scene from the movie Titanic where the mother is telling her children a story as she tucks them in is probably the most heartbreaking moment in the whole film. It hurts doubly more now that I'm a parent myself.

Little fun fact: the Titanic is an Ocean Liner, Ocean liners and cruise ships have different purposes, Ocean liners are like busses, they get you from point A to point B. Cruise ships are like hotels on the water. There is one Ocean Liner left today, the Queen Mary 2, it takes the same route as Titanic, across the Atlantic from Ireland to New York. Planes are the new version of Ocean Liners, which is why Ocean liners aren't as common today

Thanks for this series. My grandfather’s 2nd cousin was in third class on the Titanic and did not survive. Luckily his wife and two children got a place in a lifeboat. Usually the movies and other accounts focus on first class. Thank you for remembering the everyday folks and bringing them and their food to life for the rest of us.

"Lay down, Lad, you are somebody's child." This brought tears to my eyes. He was recounting this is a letter to his mother. He was indeed somebody's child. Although it says he died only a few years later in 1918, at the young age if 28. Perhaps as a solider in WW1? Imagine surviving the sinking of the Titanic, and still dying only a few years later...

“Lay down lad, you are somebody’s child”, is just, beautiful. Mad respect for that woman so single-handedly saved this man’s life.

The third class dinner menu sounds rather nice. If you served it to me, I would happily devour all of it and ask for seconds. There's nothing wrong with good simple food.

That account of a mother comforting her child, playing the piano as the ship goes down and water rushes in, brought a tear to my eye. It's so sad, and so human.

"Lay down lad, you are somebody's child." Such a heart felt moment.

My great grandmother was supposed to be on the titanic. She was coming to America from Ireland to become a maid for a wealthy family. The man who was sending for her to come over heard the ship was constructed poorly and had her wait and not get on the ship. I am so thankful she did not and made it home.

I'm a Native American and have been subscribed for some time. Would you consider a series on the cuisines of Natives (the ones we have documentation for)? i would be deeply interested in MesoAmerican chocolate making, SouthEastern and Midwestern Corn dishes, and even the litany of blueberry recipes my own tribe still uses to this day. I think it would make a fun series, and it would certainly allow a look into history of peoples relatively few people in this world are familiar with.

I totally got teary when you shared the story of the 3rd class young man who was hidden under a rug on the lifeboat by a woman, because he was someone's son. I hope he always kept that woman in his thoughts and prayers the rest of his life.

"Lay down, lad, you are somebody's child" just a stab in the heart with that one. The absolute unconditional love that woman showed him by virtue of nothing but sharing the same place. We should all dream to be so kind and compassionate to one another.

I am a genealogist from Sweden who lately was looking at my ancestors who traveled to the US, only to discover a father who went there. After a few years he sent for his wife and 4 children to join him as he had found a place to work and rented a home for them to live in. So the mother and the 4 children got tickets to cross the ocean in Titantic as third class passengers. Sadly, he died of the sorrow of loosing his family in that catastrophic event. He blamed himself for ever going to the US at all by that point. It's so strange to find connections between ancestors and these known events and catastrophe that took place, makes everything seem so much more real. Thank you for doing this video, it gave me a glimps of what it was like for the mother and the 4 children who passed away.