Showing posts with label Andrea Doria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrea Doria. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2020

Disaster (#52 Ancestors Week 9)

I don’t have a lot of details on this story but it’s too good not to share. So here goes.

Herman Peterson
 In 1956 my great-grandfather Herman Peterson decided to travel to Sweden to visit relatives in his home country. He booked passage on the M.S. Stockholm, traveled to New York City, and set sail for Europe on Wednesday, July 25, 1956.

The Stockholm sailed east out to the north Atlantic. The night was foggy, and around 11 o’clock, south of Nantucket, all of a sudden another ship loomed out of the fog. Neither ship could avoid the impact. The Stockholm rammed into the ship which turned out to be the Italian luxury liner, the Andrea Doria. The Andrea Doria was mortally wounded by the impact; she listed and eventually sank. The Stockholm stayed afloat and helped rescue the Andrea Doria’s passengers. Many other vessels, including another cruise ship the Ile de France, came to the rescue of the Doria’s passengers. 51 people died that night, but over 750 were saved. [I have included a few web links below that tell the story in more detail]

The Andrea Doria

The Stockholm limped back to New York City on Thursday evening with her original passengers, Herman Peterson among them, as well as some of the rescued Andrea Doria passengers. How did Herman react to this disastrous experience? Thanks to cousin Michele who shared a letter from her mother Alice, Herman’s youngest child, we know some of the details of what Herman did when he returned to New York City.

Alice Peterson Stevenson
“Hi, Everybody, My, haven’t we had an anxious, exciting week-end - or if YOU haven’t, you are more calm than I!” (At this time Alice was working for the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.) “I had half the Pentagon, PLUS the Swedish Embassy, checking on Dad on the STOCKHOLM...I called the Swedish-American Line in New York to see if they had info on one Herman Peterson, but found they had little information....I kept a constant vigil at the ticker-tape machine here in the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and got the latest info that way. Well, aren’t we happy that no more were injured or lost.” What a different picture from our world of instant newscasts today!

Alice finally got some answers on Friday when she spoke on the phone with “Gladys” in New Jersey (does anyone know who Gladys was/is?), who reassured her that her dad was OK. Alice continued, “I asked her if Dad had said that he would telephone home, but she said he had said, yes, he would let them know he was OK, that he would WRITE them. I really got a bang out of that....good old steady Dad will WRITE! Oh that I had inherited a similar nervous system!”

Alice found out that Herman had alighted from the Stockholm and immediately booked passage on the Bergenjhord, a Norwegian ocean liner, that was leaving on Wednesday. Alice went to New York on Sunday to see her dad who told her that he wasn’t going to let anything keep him from visiting Sweden. He also told her that his roommates, two men from Michigan, went straight back home to stay put.

Alice recounts another anecdote that is worth sharing here:

“When I was with Dad in New York he took me to the headquarters for the Stockholm passengers - a room off the lobby of his hotel....While in the hq we were chatting with the man in charge there and he told Dad that the Swedish-American Lines was hosting a cocktail party on Monday evening for all the Stockholm passengers...I looked at Dad thoroughly expecting to see a scowl come over his face, but to my complete surprise he smiled and said ‘Yah, I’ll be there.’ I nearly fell off my chair. Later we found the invitation in his mailbox and he opened it. I was kidding him and asked what he would drink at the cocktail party, that I didn’t want any rumors floating back to the Swedish Embassy that he had gotten tipsy in New York, etc. etc. He laughed and said that he would probably drink orange pop. I asked him if he liked ginger ale, and he said yes he liked ginger ale. So I tactfully suggested that he might ask for that instead of orange pop. I got so tickled at him.”

So Herman survived his night of disaster on the sea. He probably drank a ginger ale toast with other Stockholm passengers that Wednesday evening, and then turned his attention to getting to Sweden. As far as Herman was concerned, the disaster with the Andrea Doria was just a detour from his main objective, seeing his family in his homeland.


Sources, links, etc.

The Story of the Andrea Doria from the History Channel 

The Last Voyage of the Andrea Doria
A National Geographic Documentary

Pictures of the MS Stockholm


Friday, February 21, 2020

Prosperity (#52Ancestors, Week 8)


I never thought there was anyone prosperous in my family until I found this headline one day:

Capital Times (Madison, WI) July 17, 1953, p. 1


I was researching one of my favorite ancestors, Bruce Foley, whom you may remember from my "Favorite Photo" post in week one. Bruce's wife Esther and daughter Esther were candidates for last week’s “same name” post, and one day I will write more about Bruce, I promise. But today it’s his daughter Esther’s turn, because she is the one who married an Italian count. Here is a little bit of her story.

Esther Foley was born in Michigan on May 18, 1915 and married Byrlton Lohmiller, a physician in Madison, Wisconsin sometime in the mid-1930s. During World War II Brylton was an army air corps doctor. He died after the war, in 1946, in a drowning accident near Biloxi, Mississippi. Their daughter, Mary Esther, was 14 months old.

After her husband’s death Esther remained in Madison and worked as a bookkeeper and then as office secretary in a doctor’s office. One day in 1951 Professor Gian Orsini (a Comparative Literature professor from Italy teaching at the University of Wisconsin) and his wife Margaret introduced Esther to a graduate student from Italy. His name was Alessandro De Asarta. Count Alessandro de Asarta.

Capital Times (Madison, WI)
July 17, 1953, p. 1
Capital Times (Madison, WI)
July 17, 1953, p. 1

Esther’s life was never the same after that. Her relationship with the count flourished and they were married in Italy on May 21, 1953. But this wasn’t just any wedding. They were married in St. Peter’s cathedral in Rome (by the same priest who had married Tyrone Power and Linda Christian, if that means anything to my readers!). The wedding ceremony was an intimate affair but the reception hosted 250 at Alessandro’s residence in Rome, and the guests included Italian royalty.

St. Peter's Basillica, Rome, Italy
image from Wikimedia Commons

Esther returned to Madison in June of 1953 to wrap up her affairs there. Then she literally set sail for her new life. She and Mary Esther departed from New York to Genoa, Italy on July 22, 1953 on the Italian luxury liner Andrea Doria (whose maiden voyage had just taken place in January of that same year. This ship will make another appearance in this blog soon). 

Andrea Doria
image from Wikimedia Commons


Evidence of Esther’s prosperity popped up again in a 1961 passenger list from a Pan American airplane coming back from London. Esther's address is on Madison Avenue in New York City, just a block away from Central Park. Did she live there with Alessandro? I don't know. I wish I knew more about her life as an Italian countess. I can find that she visited the States from Italy once in a while, and then eventually she and Alessandro moved to the United States and settled down in Florida in their later years.

Central Park, New York City
image from Wikimedia Commons

 I wonder if  Esther's daughter Mary Esther is still out there? Mary Esther, wherever you are, I would love to hear about your childhood growing up as the step-daughter of an Italian count. I hope that you and your mother shared a life not only of prosperity but of happiness and fulfillment.