Coming to America was quite the adventure! We came on the Italia, a German passenger ship that sailed out of Brugge, Belgium. We were delayed at sea by a day because of a storm, and I remember well how seasick my mother and sister were. The ship's indoor swimming pool was closed off because the water was splashing against the walls and ropes were strung throughout the passenger lounges so that we could hold on as the ship tossed and tumbled in high waves.
Crossing the Atlantic in the Spring is always a bit of an adventure, I'm told. You can see by the way the bow of the Italia hits the waves how rough the seas really were!
This picture was taken, probably by my mother, during one of the mandatory ship's life boat drills. We were all ordered to go stand near a lifeboat by the ship's railing-- no doubt a regulation the result of Titanic.
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