The invitations were typed on a 1912 Underwood. I had quite a typewriter collection at the time.

I had a separate journal just for keeping the event’s records.

Me, cutting onions for the Potage Saint-Germain (pea soup). Some courses had to be prepared a couple of days in advance; there was only one of me.

Preparation lists for the months and weeks before. The journal is crammed with them; some are daily.

Preparation lists for the months and weeks before. The journal is crammed with them; some are daily.

Preparation lists for the months and weeks before. The journal is crammed with them; some are daily.

My sister Missie came over to help me make the Potage Saint-Germain.

Completed Potage Saint-Germain, ready to be stored.

Kitchen mess. You can imagine there was a great deal of that in the few days leading up to the event.

The menus. Ahhh, the old days of cut-and-paste-and-do-it-on-the-copy-machine. Pagemaker wasn’t so sophisticated back then.

Our menu. I provided information about each course; I probably got this from the book.

Our menu. I provided information about each course; I probably got this from the book.

Our menu. I provided information about each course; I probably got this from the book.

Irwin Allen’s 1966 TV series The Time Tunnel’s pilot episode, “Rendezvous with Yesterday,” has our heros trapped on the Titanic the night it sinks…

Here, my friend Walter and I rehearse a scene from the episode. We performed it once all the guests had arrived.

The note Walter sent with my script.

The note Walter sent with my script.

The scene we re-enacted from The Time Tunnel’s pilot episode, “Rendezvous with Yesterday.”

We performed the scene again at our Time Tunnel theme party two years later in May, 2000.

Charles (my housemate) and I have a strategy meeting on the back patio (now our deck). We did many of these.

Each of our guests were sent a packet of information on choosing their characters and other relevant stuff.

Each of our guests were sent a packet of information on choosing their characters and other relevant stuff.

Our guests also received information about the period to help us all with dinner conversation. These are pages from a book called The Timeline of History.

Our guests also received information about the period to help us all with dinner conversation. These are pages from a book called The Timeline of History.

Our house on the morning of the event. Blue and gray: rather appropriate. No, we didn’t paint the house to match.

Me, the morning of. I had been burning the candle at both ends all week; typical for a theme party.

Our friends Kaitlyn and Keith arrived the night before to help us prepare.

Working in the kitchen.

Dear God, there were so many potatoes to cut for the Chateau Potatoes I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Charles works on the fresh orange juice needed for the Punch Romaine.

Keith, either helping us cook or looking for beer. Maybe both.

They broke the juicer (which is why you saw Charles using the blender in an earlier photo).

Clearly, you can see we sampled the Punch Romaine before we froze it. Here, I’m working on the canapés.

MUTANT STRAWBERRY! Strawberries were the garnish for the champagne each guest was served as he walked through our door.

Our fridge. So crammed all of our regular food was out in tubs in the garage; it was still chilly enough at that time of year and thank God. This experience resulted in us purchasing a second fridge, which is in our basement.

Bob made us a model as a gift. It’s still one my most treasured possessions.

…here, it’s not just lists; it’s a plan for reorganizing the whole house. We had a tea room for the ladies and a smoking parlor for the gents.

Our dining room begins to undergo transformation; our intent was to create “The Captain’s Table.”

Our dining room begins to undergo transformation; our intent was to create “The Captain’s Table.”

Our dining room begins to undergo transformation; our intent was to create “The Captain’s Table.”

Our dining room begins to undergo transformation; our intent was to create “The Captain’s Table.”

We turned our breakfast nook into an extension of the bar; we would also stationed the coffee and tea here to make it easier for me to serve guests.

The beginnings of our Titanic display so guests could have something to browse if they so chose. The baskets contained our favors: gift-wrapped paperbacks of Walter Lord’s A Night to Remember.

The books I mentioned. I had purchased and wrapped these months in advance.

The Ladies’ Tea Room, on our second floor.

The Mens’ Smoking Parlor.

Our mail table, also decorated to reflect theme. The book you see is a gift from our friend Manzino. We know for a fact there was a copy of this book – an illustrated Bible – in the Titanic’s Reading Room. The tubs were there for dirty dish storage during the event. I had to keep the counters clear.

Our back patio. Not very theme-oriented, which is fine. I used it as a breathing space during the event.

Even our kitty, Taffy, gets in on the redecorating! Taffy passed away in 2007.

Our friend Denise comes over and helps us prepare food.

Kaitlyn signing a book she bought me as a gift.

Kaitlyn and Denise get to know each other.

Before any party there are improvements made to the house. Here, Charles installs a dimmer on our foyer chandelier. It didn’t have one before that.

Now Keith is crying as he cuts onions for the Chicken Lyonnaise.

Closer to event time, “The Captain’s Table” is fully decorated.

It may look like we spent a fortune on this party. Everything you’re looking at here is tag sale or we owned it; all the napkins and tablecloths I made from remainder fabrics I found at Joanne’s Fabrics.

A close-up of a place setting.

A close-up of the paper favors. Paper, cardboard, and ribbon.

The yellow sheet you see in the paper favors; this is a copy of (possibly) the first distress telegram sent from Titanic.

The white sheet you see in the paper favors; this is a copy of a summons from the British Board of Inquiry following the disaster.

Another shot of the table—our friend Anne-Marie bought us these wine glasses; one dozen for $10 at Bed, Bath, & Beyond.

A close-up of the place cards I made.

We used the place cards for both the table settings and for me to mark things in the kitchen; I had a sort of “assembly line” going, although the food was all table-service (the guests took a break, I put out the next course on individual plates and brought it to the table).

We still have a couple of those blue glasses, although most of them broke over the years. We got them at a tag sale.

The Titanic display with a few more items on it.

Never throw a party without a tracking sheet. I had to know what was happening when.

Never throw a party without a tracking sheet. I had to know what was happening when.

It’s almost time. We start to create the atmosphere.

The Smoking Parlor under atmospheric light.

The candles in our wall sconces are lit.

A guest brings us wine (I have it written down in the journal, but I put the whole box back in the basement and I’m too lazy to go look at who it was).

An article about The Heart of the Ocean – the hottest thing to own at the time. I purchased J. Peterman’s version for the event.

Me, as Eleanor Wilkens Widener, First Class Passenger who survived in Lifeboat No. 4. The night of the disaster, she organized a dinner with Captain Smith, hence I played her by default, so to speak. She built the Widener Library at Harvard.

Suzi, as silent film actress Dorothy Gibson, who survived the disaster in Lifeboat No. 7. Several accounts say the night of the disaster she was playing bridge with a couple of bankers.

We had a set-up for professional portraits; only half our guests took advantage (too busy partying!). Our friends Anne-Marie and John as Mr. & Mrs. John Astor.

The other photo of them is better in lighting and quality, but I love Anne-Marie’s expression here.

Our friend Denise played Eleanor Widener’s daughter, referred to as “Dimple.”

Our friend Lori as the “Unsinkable” Molly Brown.

Kaitlyn and Keith as Lady Duff Gordon (a designer of lingerie) and Sir Cosmo Edmund Duff-Gordon. Mr. Gordon was a participant in the 1908 Olympics. Both survived in Lifeboat No. 1.

Heather and Scott as Lucile Polk Carter and William Ernest Carter. She survived in Lifeboat 4; William escaped in Collapsible C.

Charles as Benjamin Guggenheim.

Guggenheim pours champagne for arriving guests.

Dorothy Gibson, Molly Brown, Dimple Widener and Lady Duff Gordon.

Lady Duff Gordon, William Carter, our friend Stefan as Captain Smith, and John Jacob Astor.

Madeline Astor and Lady Duff Gordon.

Having some light chit-chat.

Walter, playing both Anthony Newman from The Time Tunnel and Nicholas Nasser, a Second Class Passenger who did not survive and whose body was recovered by the Mackay-Bennett. Nasser’s wife, Adele, survived.

Walter, playing both Anthony Newman from The Time Tunnel and Nicholas Nasser, a Second Class Passenger who did not survive and whose body was recovered by the Mackay-Bennett. Nasser’s wife, Adele, survived.

The men take in the night air.

A gift from “Dimple.”

The card that came with the gift.

The gift under natural light. It’s still one of my treasured possessions and holds all of the prints from that night.

This is a scan of the book so you can see the engraving and the invitation more clearly; I did this recently.

The revised seating plan.

My old French Cornet, which was used to announce the different courses. I donated the horn to the Danbury School System in 2011.

The sixth course: Oranges en Surprise.

The poems and candles for the vigil.

The poem we read as part of the vigil.

Suzi and Lori – themselves, now, it’s late enough!

Yeah, maybe we’ve all had a little too much champagne!

Bob – he played Thomas Andrews for our party. Bob recently played Captain Smith in a production of Titanic: The Musical. I know a few Titanic fanatics. He’s on the top of my list.

I changed out of my dress – which was a real Edwardian dress and was fragile – so I could clean up in something a little more practical.

The men begin relaxing in the Smoking Parlor. Here’s Walter.

Charles.

Bob.

Me.

For the life of me, I don’t know where that fur came from. I probably borrowed it from one of the theatres; I was heavy into community theatre at the time.

I was sleeping downstairs on the futon that night, as we had a few out-of-town guests using my bedroom and the guest room.

The plastic bins were full of dishes at the end of the night.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

The aftermath.

Breakfast the next morning.

The paper for the thank-you notes.

Oddly enough, a local restaurant was holding a Titanic dinner for a benefit just two days after ours. I attended.

They used the same recipe book, and the food was great, but…

…I just didn’t think their attention to detail was as close as mine!