Those Places Thursday: Reluctant Traveler

The thought of going there to hunt for antiques – and with her eager mother! – in a continent that was rebuilding itself barely four years after World War II, was not her idea of fun.

She shuddered at the idea of staying in archaic old hotels, walking through dusty shops, haggling over old things that would eventually sit on shelves to collect even more dust, and spending time with people her mother’s age instead of other young adults.

Her father, Ralph Schiavon, turned a deaf ear to her protests.  He did not want Alice to travel alone and knew how much she had looked forward to spending six weeks with her daughter away from the distractions of their daily lives.  Moreover, he understood that Joan’s experience in a wider world outside her own sheltered sphere in Chicago would  benefit her in the long run more than he or Alice ever could do on their own.  He arranged an comprehensive and elaborate itinerary for his wife and daughter and booked them on a transatlantic cruise on the luxurious R.M.S. Queen Mary.

When the reluctant 22-year-old Joan walked up the gangway and stepped onto the deck of the enormous cruiseliner on that balmy August day, little did she know that this trip would become a defining moment in her life.