Last night the Missus and I watched a show on public broadcasting about the RMS Titanic or more particularly about some of the people who lived through, or died in, the tragedy. I do recommend that you watch it for yourself, it was quite interesting. It inspired the post for this week.
I really don’t know if this should be posted here or on my Tall Tales page but here it is. A few years ago I had the honor of working with a really exceptional young man. He was honest, intelligent, kind, hard-working, serious, friendly and had a great sense of humor. One day he told me the most remarkable story. As it happened his grandmother was adopted. She was found as a toddler alone in a public place in New York City. She could say a name and a few French sounding words but that was all. No guardian could ever be found and she went into the orphans home and was adopted. She grew-up married and had a good long life. And now the mystery… she was found at the same time some French survivors of the RMS Titanic sinking had arrived in New York City. Some in the family have always wondered if the little toddler was a lost survivor of the tragedy. The story was told to me as true. Ok Titanic mystery sleuths you may now begin.