[R35], I have an encyclopaedic knowledge about the Titanic. Since the first episode of Time Tunnel in 1967 I've been enamoured of it. A friend I've known since 1972 (50 years) and went to junior high and high school with, tells me that when I'd talk about it the hairs on her neck would rise. I actually went to Godalming in Surrey to look at the memorial to Jack Phillips, the senior Marconi operator. Your friend from school sounds like she was a passenger on the ship. I don't say this lightly.
Viz. Violet Jessop, one detail about her experience that doesn't get mentioned much is that when she got into a lifeboat to escape the Titanic, she somehow found herself holding an infant. After she boarded the rescue ship RMS Carpathia, she threw the fucker overboard because it had puked all over her nurse's uniform, and if there was one thing she hated.... OK. After she boarded RMS Carpathia the little brat's mother comes up to Violet, and grabs her crotch fruit out of Jessop's arms without even saying thank you. I would've kicked that bitch up the cunt bone. But I imagine things were done differently in those days.
Another story of pure English understatement, before I get to the eerie shit, is the true story of survivor Henry Sleeper Harper. Like the other 705 survivors, Harper spent the night in an open lifeboat in 28F water after the ship sank and before the rescue. This next part is classic. Harper climbs up the side of the rescue ship (there were giant nets hung down the side of the ship), and when he scales the boat deck, he sees his friend Louis Odgen. What happens? Harper walks up to Ogden, and the first thing Harper says is, "Louis, how do you keep yourself looking so young?" THAT is one of my favourite lines of all time.
Something eerie occured to me i 1994. I was at a dinner party. The table was a T shape and I was on the upper left. I was the only person seated who had a direct view into the host's bedroom (the only bedroom in that house I hadn't fucked in, but that's another story indeed). Someone had given the host a framed piece of commerative coal from the Titanic's wreck site. I was sitting very close to the host. I tried to tell him in as urbane a tone of voice to get the fuck rid of it tout suite. The host later died from complications of HIV, but I was freaked out about seeing. I am certain it would only bring bad luck and tragedy to anybody who owned it.
(Before I finish this, anybody who writes TLDR can kiss my motherfucking entitled white American ass. You wish you could compose a paragraph of information that's concise and contains humour.
And to the cunt who claims I type off topic screeds, please see above and die in a fucking grease fire.)
[R35], I hope you can reconnect with your friend. I'm sure she's still fabulous.