Sandy writes…
I'm copying a note my mother has written to you about the Caronia maiden voyage. Here goes…

On embarking Jan 4th on the Caronia, the first impression was how new she seemed with the not unpleasant odour of the new wood. I noted the club chairs in many areas with beautiful burled walnut backs, accented with fantastic lighting. The main entrance was really striking with all the beautiful flowers being reflected in the mirrored walls.

When we were in Southampton prior to sailing, the RMS “Queen Mary” was also in dock. Signals were exchanged between the two ships. The Caronia sending “Greetings Mother” and the Queen Mary replying with “God's speed Daughter.” The crossing was in rough sea and for most of this time, doors to the outer decks were bolted.

In the dining room, the flaps around the tables were pulled up over the edge to prevent anything from falling off. The tablecloths were soaked with pitchers of water to prevent dishes and glasses slipping, or spillage of food. In the ballroom, the stout-hearted who were dancing found themselves sliding to the opposite sides of the room. As the ship listed from side to side, there were quite a few “Oh's” heard.

During this time, it was noted that guests ready to enter the dining room were seen to make a quick “U turn”, and quickly return from whence they came… (mal de mer) As the voyage continued in rough seas, the Captain made the decision to take the ship off the coast of The Azores into calmer waters. As we sailed past, it was very sunny and natives on land in summer clothing were all waving to us.

A sharp contrast to the snow in New York as we arrived. On sailing into the harbour and looking at the Statue of Liberty, it was very apparent just how much she meant to returning Americans. After all my years of living here, I see why. It would be nice to remember some of the passengers but memories fade.

However, I do remember three Irish boys being very homesick having left Ireland. Many times they could be seen looking out to sea and singing together. They were somewhat shocked on seeing my small daughter with painted nails which a passenger had done for her. I have not forgotten the remark from one of them. “It's a wicked country we be coming to.” I wonder if they stayed in America?

P.S. The last time I saw the Caronia was in dock in New York in 1970 as we were set to make a trip on The QE2 in her 2nd year of sailing the Atlantic.
Regards,
Dorothy Quayle