Dr. Douglas B. Willingham
Member
Thanks, Jim, for that gorgeous interior shot of the forward bar and the equally gorgeous image of me bringing honor and glory to all of us from West Texas
To answer your question, the picture of me in the "Black Bar" (which actually you have named, have you not? I thought it was the Monte Carlo bar or some such) was taken at the table just beyond the one in the foreground, closer to the bar. My table was composed of a stockbroker from Luxembourg, an artist from Missouri on her annual trek to a six-months' stay in Venice, a watercolorist from New York on his way to his second home in St. Paul de Vence, an Italian-American woman from San Francisco and another, a female medical student from Philadelphia going over to see relatives in Iscia. And in this midst was the bad blue suit from Texas. I was a junior in college then. So YOU were that eight-year-old we all wanted to throw overboard at Algeciras!
I occupied one of those windowless cabins on A Deck, glad to help preserve the clean exterior lines of the ship as seen from afar. Not. This was a March crossing, you see, and I don't care if it was billed by the Italian Line as the "sunny Southern route", it was very stormy and rough. That, then, was the first and last inside cabin I've ever occupied.
Otherwise, I have very special memories of the "Michelangelo" and that nine-day crossing. BTW, the ship's newspaper announced, on that voyage, that both sisters would be withdrawn from service in the next few months. To their great credit, the stewards and staff, though clearly saddened, maintained serice standards throughout the voyage.
Thanks for kindling memories.
Regards to all,
Doug
To answer your question, the picture of me in the "Black Bar" (which actually you have named, have you not? I thought it was the Monte Carlo bar or some such) was taken at the table just beyond the one in the foreground, closer to the bar. My table was composed of a stockbroker from Luxembourg, an artist from Missouri on her annual trek to a six-months' stay in Venice, a watercolorist from New York on his way to his second home in St. Paul de Vence, an Italian-American woman from San Francisco and another, a female medical student from Philadelphia going over to see relatives in Iscia. And in this midst was the bad blue suit from Texas. I was a junior in college then. So YOU were that eight-year-old we all wanted to throw overboard at Algeciras!
I occupied one of those windowless cabins on A Deck, glad to help preserve the clean exterior lines of the ship as seen from afar. Not. This was a March crossing, you see, and I don't care if it was billed by the Italian Line as the "sunny Southern route", it was very stormy and rough. That, then, was the first and last inside cabin I've ever occupied.
Otherwise, I have very special memories of the "Michelangelo" and that nine-day crossing. BTW, the ship's newspaper announced, on that voyage, that both sisters would be withdrawn from service in the next few months. To their great credit, the stewards and staff, though clearly saddened, maintained serice standards throughout the voyage.
Thanks for kindling memories.
Regards to all,
Doug