Date: Friday, The Twelfth day of April 1912
Place: Titanic – Family Cabin
Time: 12:30

When we got back into the room, Momma took me over to the bed. 

“I’m disappointed in what you did,” she said as she sat down.

“I’m sorry,” I cried. I looked over at Papa. He had that look in his eye as he planned on spanking me. I was worried. 

“Now you sit here for a while and be a good girl, Momma patted my head.

I saw Papa lying down. I think he was getting back to sleep.

I looked at Anneliese. She was sitting down reading a book. 

“What are you reading?” I ask her.

“Anne of Green Gables,” she said putting it on the ground for me to see. “It's about an energetic and unusual orphan girl who finds a home with some elderly people.”

“Sounds interesting,” I giggle. “I was reading a book called Moby Dick.”

“Oh, the story about a Great White Whale that Captain Ahab has revenge on?” She laughs.

“Yes,” I squeal with glee.

“I have that right here,” she hands me the book.

“Wait!” I was surprised. “How did you know I was reading this?”
 
 “Someone up in the library handed it to me,” she laughed. “They thought I was you and said I should continue reading it. I figured they were talking about you, so I brought it back here.”

“Thank you,” I cried. “I was reading this before I hung out with Peter.” 

“Your welcome,” now next time don’t be stupid and follow older people.”

I look down at my feet. “I won’t,” I sigh.

I sit down on the bed and start reading the book. 

I read a couple of chapters but ended up falling asleep. I was pooped as what my Momma calls it.

Papa and I woke up a few hours later, right about the time someone was knocking at our door. Papa went over to open it. To our surprise, Captain Smith was there. In his hands were two beautiful dresses. 

“I figured your two girls would like new dresses,” he handed Papa the dresses and we jumped up to take them. 

“Are you sure about this?” Momma asked.

“You’re our guests,” Captain Smith laughed “It wouldn’t be proper for two young ladies to come without being all dressed up.”

“Thanks,” I cheered. Then I looked over at Papa and Momma. “What about them?”
 
 “Oh don’t worry, we have some clothes to fit in,” Papa told us. 

“Nonsense,” Captain Smith spoke up. “We two come with me. I’ll have my maid help your daughters. I’ll help you with your attire.” 

Momma and Papa left the room and a very nice woman came into the room.

“Why don’t I help you with that dress,” she asked me. 

“No thank you, I can do it,” I said.

“It’s alright,” I help little girls with this all the time.” She came over to me and started pulling off my old dress. As she did, I shot my hands over my panties to cover up the bulge of my penis.

“Oh,” she looked away. “You're a boy.”

“No, I’m a girl,” I cried.

“Then why do you have a penis,” she remarked. “Only boys have penises.” 

“Hey,” Anneliese interrupted her. “Some girls have penises and some boys have vaginas.”

“It’s just not right,” she growled.

I grabbed the dress and quickly put it on.

“Get out of our room!” Anneliese yelled at her. 

The maid left the room in such a way, it made the room rattle. 

When Momma and Papa came in they wore very fancy clothes, just like us girls were wearing.

“Where is the maid that Captain Smith sent over?” Momma asked.

“She was mean to Josephine and left,” Anneliese told her.

Papa looked over at the captain. The captain wasn’t very happy “I’ll look for her.”

Papa saw I was on my bed crying. “What wrong Josephine?” He asked.

I look up at him. “Papa,” I cried “I hate my penis. I wish I didn’t have one.”

“I know dear,” he hugged me.

“Can we have it chopped off?” I asked.

“Chopped off?” Papa shrieked, looking straight at me. “You’ll bleed to death.

“I’ve heard of people that have gotten it removed. Why can’t I get mine removed?

“Josephine,” Papa explained. “Those people had surgery to have it removed.”

“Well,” I looked down, at where my penis is and then back at Papa “Can I have mine removed that way?”

Papa looked at me got up off my bed, walked over to the small round window of our room, and looked out at sea. “Tell you what,” be began. “Once we make it to America, I will look for a doctor that will be willing to remove your penis.”

I cheered and then stopped. “But what about the rest?”

“The rest?” dad looked puzzled.

“My balls?” I say in frustration.

“When I said I would find a doctor that would remove your penis, that means he would remove not only your penis but also your balls and the little pouch they’re in as well. So that means everything.”

“Really?” I cheered.

“I promise.” Papa smiled at me.

“And I will make sure that it happens,” Momma added.”

I continued cheering and ran over to Anneliese. “Did you hear, I’ll be just like you,” I giggled.

“Well,” Papa added. “You won’t have a vagina.”

I was a little disappointed, but then looked up at him. “But I would look like a girl and possibly they might be able to make a little hole there to look like a vagina... somehow.”

Date: Friday, The Twelfth day of April 1912
Place: Titanic – First Class Dining Room
Time: 19:00

We were escorted by a crew member to first class. As we walked into the dining room we walked over to Captain Smith. 

“Shabbat Shalom,” Papa and Momma greeted the captain.

“Shabbat Shalom,” Captain Smith greeted back. “And Shabbat Shalom to you, little misses,” He said to me and Anneliese.

“Shabbat Shalom!” We both said together. 

The captain walked into the middle of the room. 

“Excuse me, everyone,” Captain Smith announced. “To all that would like to participate, we are having something special today and celebrating Shabbat, which is the Jewish version of what Christians call the Sabbath.” Almost everyone was listening, many cheered. Only a handful was still chatting to others in the room. 

He then looked over at us girls. 

“Would you two like to start this?” 

“Us?” Anneliese asked.

“Yes, you two.” he chuckled.

We looked over at Momma and Papa. They were smiling. “Go ahead girls,” Papa approved. 

We got up from off our seats. 
Since this was not a normal thing for us, Anneliese and I were a bit nervous. Especially with everyone watching us. We slowly walk over to the candles on the table. The captain, my parents, and a few others watch us.
Not everyone in the room watched us. Some didn’t really care what was going on, but were polite and chatted softly. Despite those not watching many were and also very interested in what was taking place. 

Anneliese took a match and started lighting one of the candles. She hands the match over to me and I light the other candle. Finally, we kindle the two Shabbat candles, waving our hands three times to welcome in Shabbat.

We cover our eyes with our hands and chant with everyone that wished to participate:

“Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik neir shel Shabbat.”

We always sing it in Hebrew, but what we sang was:

“We praise you, Eternal God, Sovereign of the Universe, who makes us holy with mitzvot and commands us to kindle the Sabbath lights.”

We then lift up cups of wine or in this case for us kids, juice while the adults in the room lifted up cups of wine and say: 

“Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, borei p’ri hagafen.” Which means: “We praise You, Eternal God, Sovereign of the Universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.”

Finally, we uncover the Challah which is the bread, and say:
“Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, hamotzi lechem min ha-aretz.” And that means: “We praise You, Eternal God, Sovereign of the universe, who brings forth bread from the earth.”

We break off pieces of Challah for everyone in the room to eat. To my surprise, there were many Jews on this ship. About twelve of them congratulated us for such a wonderful job we did.

I felt proud. My sister was as well. We both had a great time. 

“Shabbat Shalom,” we said to each one of them.

We sat down at the table with the captain again. 

He looked over at me and smiled. “Sorry for what my maid did to you earlier,” he whispered to me. “And just between you and I, your secret is safe.” He winked and started talking to Papa. 

I looked over at Anneliese and smiled. 

Supper was brought up to us in fancy plates. The utensils used in them were even Kosher. Each utensil said either Meat, Dairy, or even Pareve. Waiters came into the room and brought over a buffet of food. The captain insisted it would be severed this way tonight. 

Some First Class passengers that refused, would end up having what was on the menu and served independently. 

My favorite thing to eat was the Latkes. The taste of the potatoes and onions mixed with Matzo meal. Delicious. I was also fond of the Matzo Ball Soup. Anneliese ate some chicken with the soup. I ate it on the side. Momma had as usual the fish and I’m not sure what Papa and the captain were eating, they were sitting down farther down the table having a conversation. 

This may be the best day we’ve had on the Titanic so far.