Memories of the Titanic

It is 6:00 in Hawaii and I am watching the movie Titanic while a cake is baking in the oven. Such a well made and moving movie. It’s one of the few that I have watched more than once.

I’ve wondered sometimes why the Titanic story moves me so. But then, I was born in 1925 and no doubt the adults were still talking about it and I picked up on fear and tragedy. I remember when I was about 4 my family went to a lake recreation area  on a Sunday and we rode the roller coaster  and went through the fun house Then my dad signed us up to ride on the famous old boat that toured Lake Okoboji. I began to scream and say I would not go on the boat. “You never know when it will go down,” I screamed, although I had never seen a lake or a boat before.Finally the family gave in and we did not go. I can still remember the fear that I felt, although I had no experience that would plant that fear.

One wonders how many fears we picked up from others, early in life and held onto. There are lots of things we inherit besides silverware and money. But then, perhaps I went down on the Titanic in another life.  (Not)

I survived my eye surgery and then have postponed my return to the mainland because of a muscle problem that is painful and making walking difficult. Darn.  I have finished my new book and signed a contract to publish, so I have lots to do. You can look forward to a book called My Half of the Conversation. I shall hope, when it comes out, that it rides with the waves of approval and does not go down like the Titanic.










Stream from the Koolau Mountains

I have probably posted this picture before. It is the best picture I ever took in Hawaii. So good, in fact, that it won me $100 when it was chosen as one of the best pictures of American beauty.

Well, I was supposed to be home by now, but I have to stay on for a few weeks because I had surgery on one of my eyes. Doesn’t that sound like Hawaii fun? It probably wasn’t as bad as it sounds, but then it wasn’t fun either. I am healing, and I had the best of retinal specialists here, which I don’t have at home.

My daughter Sara is living here now and has been very handy to take me to appointments and watch over me. Her little dog, Malia, is always with us and now and then I dog-sit. Malia loves to be here with me. She is very quiet and does not cause problems. I’m not a dog person, but then Malia is my granddogter.

I signed a contract today to publish my second book. It is a real mish-mash of writings that probably represent where my mind is in these later years. I think other older people will understand it, and their kids , if they read it, may better understand what is going on with them. Who writes books for old people? It’s probably an unknown category. It will probably sell 5 copies. That’s about the number of my old friends still living.

The weather here is just about perfect and I’d like to think that when I come home sometime in May it will be just about perfect there. It takes great planning to accomplish this transition.

Hopefully I will soon be back to sharing some interesting insights here . . the ones that maybe were too late to make the book.


Doris Markland