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This is a Story of Titanic Newlyweds You Don’t Know


Star-crossed lovers. The poster was fashioned ...

Star-crossed lovers. The poster was fashioned after Titanic ‘ s. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There were several newlywed couples on board Titanic when she sailed from Queenstown (now Cobh, Ireland) in April of 1912. These are couples who married shortly before Titanic sailed, there were no couples married while Titanic was at sea. This article will introduce you to a few of them.

First up, John and Nellie Snyder, who were travelling in first class. When Titanic sailed John was just 24 and Nellie 23. The couple was offered seats in lifeboat number 7, ensuring their survival. The Snyder’s had a long and happy life, raising one girl and two boys. John died 47 years later from a massive heart attack. Nellie lived another 24 years and died at the age of 94.

The Bishop’s, Helen and Dickinson, where another first class newlywed couple. They were returning to their home in Southwest Michigan from a four-month European honeymoon. The Bishop’s were the fourth newlywed couple in lifeboat 7. Dickinson a wealthy, 24-year-old, widower had married the 19-year-old daughter of a family, which owned a company that manufactured an early version of the easy chair. Unfortunately, the Bishop’s lost their first son two days after he was born in December 1912. They divorced in 1916, Helen dying of a cerebral hemorrhage (from a fall) two months later. Dickinson of a stroke in 1961.

Photograph of a Lifeboat Carrying Titanic Surv...

Photograph of a Lifeboat Carrying Titanic Survivors – NARA – 278337 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Edward and Ethel Beane were a second class newlywed couple. Edward had immigrated to New York City. After several years he returned to England to marry Ethel and they sailed on Titanic. The Beane’s lost all of their money and wedding gifts when the great ship sank. Edward helped Ethel in lifeboat 13, but he stepped back when he was told, “Sorry, sir only women.” After the lifeboat reached the water, Edward saw it was only about half filled, so he dove into the water and swam for the lifeboat. His bride of one month was the person who pulled him into the lifeboat.

John Chapman, 37, and Lizzie Chapman, 29, were on their honeymoon after being married on December 26, 1911. John was also not allowed on a lifeboat. Lizzie turned to a friend and said, “ Goodbye Mrs. Richards, if John cannot go I will not go.” The couple died together. John’s body was later found and his effects returned to the family. Lizzie was never found.

There were many other newlywed couples (some say as many as 20), a few of them are:

Neal and Eileen McNamee (both lost)

John J. and Madeline Astor (Madeline survived)

Victor and Maria Castellana (Maria survived)

Lucian and Eloise Smith (Eloise survived)

Over the course of more than two decades, the one Titanic story that has intrigued me more than any other is the story of another honeymoon couple. I cannot tell you their names, I cannot tell you anything about their lives or how they died, I cannot even tell you if they survived. I can tell you how they spent their time on board Titanic. This story came to me from a Titanic survivor. There was a newly wedded couple immigrating to America to start a new life. The couple did not have enough money for them both to travel in second class, so the new groom bought a second-class ticket for his wife, and a third-class ticket for himself. The couple were frequently spotted at a gate separating second and third class passengers. They would talk and hold hands through the gate.

This story has been one I have returned to many times over the years, always searching for the identity of the mystery couple and their story. Where were they from? Where were they going? Had he gone ahead for a few years to make a new life, and then return for his bride, as so many men did in those days? What were their names? Did she step back from a lifeboat when he was refused admission? Did they even find each other after Titanic struck the iceberg?

Maybe this couple is my enigma, the one Titanic mystery to elude me. And maybe that is as it should be. I always take a reasoned, logical, scientific approach to life, particularly to research. I approach things very unemotionally; search for the last scraps of evidence, then painstakingly applying logic to arrive at the best possible analysis, always aware that emotion is my worst enemy when trying to arrive at facts. So, to some my romantic nature may seem odd and incongruous with this other side of my personality. But, it is the romantic side of my nature that has decided it does not want to know the truth behind this couple; if they survived, how they survived (if either of them did), or even if they ever existed at all.

In my mind (and heart), they can be whatever I need them to be at the time. The loving couple, who defying all odds, found each other in the chaos of the sinking Titanic and survive together, boarding a lifeboat arm in arm. I can have her weeping in a lifeboat at the loss of her husband as he swims to her side and is pulled into the lifeboat. I can have them finding each other only to arrive at the boat deck after all the lifeboats are gone. Maybe she refuses a seat in a lifeboat because her groom is denied a seat, and they die together. Or, he could have picked her up and forced her into a lifeboat (with or without the aid of one of Titanic’s crew) against her wishes, before he stepped back and died with the other men. No matter my fancy of the moment, if one survives without the other, my imagination always has the survivor living out a long life forsaking all others for the love that was lost. My favorite though has them living a long, joyful, fruitful life together; dying within a year of each other leaving children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to mourn a couple who held hands where ever they went, always.

The engineer and research part of my personality will never give up the chase, and will continue to track down any lead that will finally resolve this issue. But, I do not think my quest will be pursued with the same gusto it once was. I think this is one battle my romantic side has finally won. I think this is one story where the unknown is the greater story. In my mind they stand for all the “if only” and “should have been” tragedies of that great ship. In my mind, they are standing at the gate, holding hands through bars that will never separate their love for each other. Maybe, just maybe, that is how this story should end.

Unlike previous Titanic films, Cameron's retel...

Unlike previous Titanic films, Cameron’s retelling of the disaster showed the ship breaking into two pieces before sinking entirely. The scenes were an account of the moment’s most likely outcome. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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The Mariner


Oct. 1980, first official navy photograph.

Oct. 1980, first official navy photograph.

I wrote this years ago, at a time when if someone would have suggested that I would be a writer I would have scoffed at them. Looking back I have always been writing, but never considered myself a writer. Unfortunately, I have almost nothing of my earlier work. So here is one of the few. I also have an article about the newlywed couples on the Titanic that I will be sharing soon.

I was thinking today of my last voyage at sea. It was a night trip from Puerto Rico to St. Croix in the Virgin Islands; we left in the late afternoon. Since it was a short trip, our Captain decided to make it on the surface. I was the sonar supervisor until 6 pm. I got off watch, checked the after watch clean-up of my sonar men, reported the clean-up done to the off-going chief of the watch, and ate dinner. Afterwards, while the evening movie was playing on the mess deck (only a couple of men were watching the movie), I packed the few things I had left. My last night as a submarine sailor, a job I loved; this job, this world, this life was all I knew. I wandered the submarine; this was my last night at sea — ever.

I ended up in the control room just as they were changing the lookout up on top of the sail (conning tower). I was still a qualified lookout, though I had not stood the watch since I qualified as a sonar supervisor. I volunteered to go up. The chief of the watch passed the word to the bridge on top of the sail.

Petty officer Combs to the bridge to relieve the lookout,” said the chief.

Coming up through the hatch into the Caribbean night sky was awesome. My soul has always been at peace, at sea, surrounded by the ocean. The sonar division officer was the officer of the deck.

“Are you sure you want to give this up?” he asked scanning the horizon with his outstretched arm.

No, I did not want to give this up, but “this” did not happen often enough. A submariner’s life is spent below the surface of the ocean, in darkness. His world illuminated by red lights and the glow of electronic equipment.

The first night on a voyage is unique, though this was more than first night. First night, men not on watch go to their bunks, it has been a long hard day. The normal routines of a ship at sea are not part of that first night. Those men on watch are exhausted from the day’s work of preparing a submarine to go to sea, and then taking that submarine to sea. The usual banter between the men on watch is absent that first night. Only the whir of electronic equipment fills the air with sound.

Words are inadequate to describe being at sea with a deck under your feet. There you are alone in your thoughts, you and the sea. Your family, friends, and responsibilities back on shore still exist, but they might as well be on Pluto. You cannot affect them, even if you wanted too. Quite literally all of your problems are behind you. That great equalizer, the sea, is spread out as far as the eye can see before you. No privileges, no obstacles. You stand there on deck feeling the sway of the ocean and the vibrations of the ship. All is as it should be, all is at peace. The sea is constant and plays no favorites.

If Jesus was a carpenter … God was a mariner.

My commanding officer Commander (later Admiral) Frank "Skip" Bowman just pinned the Submarine Warfare pin on my chest. Standing behind me is my first sonar chief Lee Goodyear.

My commanding officer Commander (later Admiral) Frank “Skip” Bowman just pinned the Submarine Warfare pin on my chest. Standing behind me is my first sonar chief Lee Goodyear.

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April 10, 1963 ~ April 10, 2013


Below is a link for a short note I wrote on my personal facebook page. It is timely, and now you know a little bit more of where my thoughts are in the spring.

Thank you a great week.

Joe

https://www.facebook.com/notes/joe-combs/april-10-1963-april-10-2013/10151563444877340

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Speaking of Small Submarines


All of this research on small submarines got me to thinking about photos of my daughter and me in small submarines. When she said she wanted to be a submariner when she got bigger that made me worry (she still says this).

Elizabeth & Joe Combs in an Office of Naval Research (O.N.R.) submarine, April 2008.

Then she said she didn’t want to be in the big black submarines like papa she wants to be in the small research submarines. Now I’m breathing again. HaHaHa

I hope you enjoy my article on our other small submarine, Dr. E. Lee Spence’s Hunley. This week’s article will be published tonight at midnight New York time.

The last article in the Hunley series will be next weekend, Spence VS Cussler: Who Found the Hunley?

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Clive Cussler’s Hunley


Clive Eric Cussler

Clive Eric Cussler (Photo credit: /Stef_)

Clive Cussler has found over 60 shipwrecks; more than half are Civil War wrecks. So, it was inevitable that Clive Cussler would eventually search for the Hunley. Since the late 1800s many people have claimed to have found the Hunley; and many more have searched for the Hunley. P.T. Barnum offered $100,000 reward for the first person to prove they had found the Hunley. However, no one ever proved they found the Hunley with photographs or artifacts from the wrecked submarine. No one even knew positively what happened to the Hunley.

As always, when the topic is the United States Civil War, there were the two time-honored antagonists. Union apologists claimed the Confederate submarine’s historic first sinking of a ship was an unqualified success, as the Hunley sank itself with the Housatonic. The Union apologists claimed the blue light signal was a fabrication created by a sentry to explain why he did not report the Hunley as overdue. Confederate apologists claimed that the prearranged signal of the blue light from the Hunley proved the Hunley successfully survived the attack on the Housatonic.

Of the many possible explanations for Hunley’s loss, no one was certain what happened or where she lay. The explosion could have loosened plates in Hunley’s hull causing it to flood inside the hull; leaving the Hunley on the bottom of the harbor anywhere from the Housatonic, west to the Hunley’s pier. The concussion from the blast could have knocked the Hunley’s crew unconscious, leaving the little sub drifting east out to sea, where eventually it sank. The Hunley could have even been run over by one of the many Union ships rushing to the aid of the Housatonic, leaving it almost anywhere on the bottom of Charleston harbor.

CSS Hunley

CSS Hunley (Photo credit: AN HONORABLE GERMAN)

Cussler knew of Confederate Col.  Dantzler’s report of the blue light signal from the Hunley. He also knew of researcher Bob Fleming’s finding of the board of inquiry transcripts into the loss of the Housatonic; where crewmembers of the Union ship reported seeing a blue light low on the water. Cussler knew this proved the Hunley survived the attack, but didn’t realize the board of inquiry transcripts pinpointed the location of the Hunley to the east where it was eventually found.

In 1980, Cussler began preparations to search for the Hunley by applying for a permit from the University of South Carolina’s Institute of Archaeology and Anthropology (SCIAA). Alan Albright, the institutes lead archaeologist at that time, was cooperative but suspicious. As Cussler said in his book, The Sea Hunters:

Albright asked him, “If you find the Hunley, what then?”

Cussler replied, “That’s your problem.”

Clive Cussler founded NUMA (National Underwater Marine Agency), fashioned after the NUMA organization in his novels, to search for lost underwater shipwrecks. Even when the approximate location of a shipwreck is known, the search for a lost ship involves long tedious hours of back-and-forth searches usually in a small boat towing sonar, magnetometers, or cameras. NUMA, in its search for the Hunley, towed a magnetometer behind a zodiac boat. That first year NUMA did not find the Hunley, but they did save the lives of three boys caught in a current that was taking them out to sea.

NUMA was using a two-boat strategy in its search for the Hunley. The first would start along the shoreline going back and forth pulling a magnetometer working towards the sea. A second boat, the Coastal Explorer, would search the wreck site of the Housatonic. The first boat was mapping magnetic anomalies found with magnetometer, which would later be searched by divers from the Coastal Explorer. The second boat found the outline of the hull and the one boiler from the Housatonic, but no Hunley. Cussler even used psychic Karen Getsla on the bow of the Coastal Explorer to tune into the location of the Hunley, but nothing.

At the end of the 1980 season NUMA did not know where the Hunley was, but they did know where the Hunley was not. Cussler and his search team had searched a two-mile long grid from Breaches Inlet extending out a half-mile to sea. Cussler was now certain that the Hunley lay closer to the Housatonic.

June 1981 Cussler was back at it again. This time that permit went much more smoothly with Albright; he even offered a top-notch archaeological dive team with a first-rate outboard boat. Cussler’s NUMA search team had now grown to 17 people, including two students from the North Carolina Institute of Archaeology, and Ralph Willbanks and Rodney Warren from the University of South Carolina.

English: USS Housatonic.

English: USS Housatonic. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everything ran smoothly and they had good weather. The team picked up where they left off the year before and searched an additional 16 square miles, well beyond the Housatonic. This year the team used three boats. The dive boat followed up on and checked each magnetic anomaly discovered by the search boat’s magnetometer. Most of these anomalies were old shrimp boats, barges, and 300 years worth of scrap metal. Once again, they did not find the Hunley; but they did discover five Confederate blockade runners and three Union ironclads.

One humorous side story is discovery of the blockade runner Stonewall Jackson. After more than a century the place where the Stonewall Jackson ran aground and burned was now under the beach. One day when the waves were too rough, Cussler and his team laid out grid patterns on the beach to search for the Stonewall Jackson. The plan was to walk the grid with metal detectors, and if not found, set up a new grid and continue the search. After setting up the first grid pattern on the beach Cussler tried to calibrate his metal detector. However, each time the needle went off scale. Clive checked the batteries, wires, and connectors. Still the needle went off scale. Finally, Clive realized that not only had they laid out the first grid pattern exactly overtop of the Stonewall Jackson, but that he was standing right above the engines trying to calibrate his metal detector. If only all searches were this quick and easy.

When the season ended Cussler and NUMA had found no less than eight Civil War shipwrecks, but no Hunley. It would be 13 years before Cussler would return to his search for the Hunley.

July 1994 found Cussler once again at the South Carolina Institute of Archaeology. The new people at the Institute, instead of issuing a permit, suggested they make it a joint venture and Cussler agreed. In his book, The Sea Hunters, Cussler describes this only by saying “not a wise move on my part as it turned out.”

This season Cussler hired Ralph’s company, Diversified Willbanks, with their search boat called Diversity. Ralph Willbanks had left the university and started his own underwater survey company since Cussler had search for the Hunley in 1981. The University supplied the dive boat with sport divers who paid for the privilege of diving on the Hunley. The universities chief project investigator was constantly announcing that every anomaly they dove on had same dimensions as the Hunley. The target he was most enthusiastic about was eventually revealed as an old steam engine. NUMA’S third boat was a 15 foot outboard boat with a gradiometer for searching shallow areas. The 1994 season ended with another 10 square miles searched, more antique scrap iron, but no Hunley.

Css hunley cutaway

Css hunley cutaway (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Because of Confederate Col. Dantzler’s report, Cussler had concentrated his search between Breach Inlet and the Housatonic, but no Hunley. The only thing left to do was to expand the borders of the search grids. Cussler flew back to Colorado to write more books to pay for the search for the Hunley, a debt that would grow to more than $100,000 before the search was over.

Cussler contracted Ralph Willbanks and West Hall to keep searching for the Hunley in their free time. The rest of 1994 and on into 1995 right up until May 4, Clive Cussler back in Colorado would fax new search grid patterns to Ralph in Charleston, and Ralph would phone back to Colorado with search results. On May 4, 1995, Ralph phoned Clive with another update. Ralph said he would be sending Clive his last bill. Disappointed, Clive thought Ralph was giving up. No, Ralph had found the Hunley, and they had photographs. The Hunley was actually found on the afternoon of May 3, 1995, but Cussler wasn’t home when Ralph called.

Clive Cussler’s penchant for hiring good people paid off. In the end it was not Cussler’s grid patterns that found the Huntley, but Ralph’s hunch. Ralph had decided to return to the Housatonic site and work farther east. The Hunley was 1000 yards east and slightly south of the Housatonic. On May 11, 1995, Clive Cussler and the rest of the NUMA team flew out to join Ralph and Wes for a press conference, beside the replica of the Hunley in front of the museum in Charleston, where they announced to the world the discovery of the H.L. Hunley. They provided video and still photos of the wrecked Hunley on the harbor bottom, to the press.

Then all hell broke loose, but that is a future article in this series.

To learn more about Cussler’s discovery of the H.L. Hunley as well as a dozen other wrecks found by NUMA, I suggest reading The Sea Hunters, by Clive Cussler and Craig Dirgo.

Next Sunday’s Article:

E. Lee Spence’s Hunley

Learn about Dr. Spence’s discovery of the H.L. Hunley in 1970.

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