Journal of Selma Augusta Emilia Asplund

This a journal about and from the point of view of a third class passenger on the Titanic. The woman in this story was a REAL passenger on the Titanic, and the events that happened REALLY happened to her and her family. I did a LOT of research for this Movella so tell me if there is a historical error. Sorry you actually have to pay attention to the date and time but I hope you guys still like it! ILYGSM!


1. Today's the Day


April 10, 1912


10:00 AM                                                                                                   

     Carl and I are about to take the kids to the loading dock in South Hampton. They are excited to leave England and go back to Worcester. I myself feel that I am done emigrating, for at age 38, as I am getting older, I wish to settle down with my family, and Massachusetts is the perfect place to do so. After all our travels, from Massachusetts to Sweden, I am happy to travel back to Worcester and make a home there for good. I am sad I cannot give Filip, Clarence, Carl, Lillian, and Edvin, my precious children, and my dear husband, Carl, a more luxurious voyage, but it is the best I can do. After all, we are simply third class immigrants, and I am but a mere housewife.


11:30 AM

     We are all anxious for the ship to board — we have been waiting at the dock for quite a while now, and the children are getting fidgety. Lillian keeps asking when we get to swim in the swimming pool, or “indoor ocean” as she calls it. The boys are standing quietly, which is quite unusual for them. Perhaps they are tired. We are all tired, I suppose. I doubt that any of us slept last night. After packing our meager belongings, we all retired to bed, hoping for an evasive sleep that would never come. Anyhow, we are here now, and I am sure we will get a chance to sleep on the ship.     


11:50 AM

     The children are practically shaking with excitement, mainly because the ship has blown its great whistle and has started boarding. But before we board, the health inspector must check us for disease and lice. I don’t like the idea of being ‘inspected’. Do they think we are some kind of animals? I suppose it is just a precaution, though. My hand can barely write these words; we are practically falling into the ships upper deck, the passengers are swarming on so quickly. We find our cabins, set our things down, and go out onto the deck to see the view. The view from up here is wonderful, and it seems as if I can see everything. There are people everywhere, and I see signs in the crowd wishing the “Unsinkable Ship” or the Titanic luck on its maiden voyage.

      I smile to myself, thinking what a great opportunity I have, being able to sail back to America in this new, pristine ship with my family still intact, unlike so many other poor families. Finally, at 12:00 PM, the ship blows its horn once more, and we set sail on our – hopefully last – voyage. 



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