:: Saturday, November 13, 2004 ::
captain's cabin on the Star.
I entered the first class saloon area (dining /common area) and stood outside the Captain's cabin located Starboard side. Looking into the small room that Capt Phillips would have lived in for over 100 days at a time for 12 years and took it all in as I peered back into time. Into history. A small bed, a bunk with some suspenders laid out on it, a writing desk with some effects on it, a comfortable easy chair and a closet with some dark blue uniform jackets with captain's stripes on the cuffs. Two port holes and not much more. Except a whole lot of magic.
Not often you can say that a relative was 'right there' 120-130 years ago. It was goose bump time and I found myself at times smiling and at times misty eyed. The room, unremarkable I suppose to some, was magnetic to me. The rest of the ship zeroed in right here. The ship was something. The room, restored to how it was in the day the Euterpe took emigrants to NZ was something else again.
:: Mike Wood 04:12 [+] ::