We are approaching the 108th anniversary of the Eastland disaster. The Eastland, a Great Lakes steamer, had been chartered as one of four or five vessels to ferry employees of Western Electric's Hawthorne Works plant near Chicago to Michigan City, MI, for an employee picnic (yes, they needed five vessels: that year, the Western Electric picnic would have hosted over 6500 guests). The Eastland rolled over in the Chicago River, just before setting sail for Michigan. 844 passengers -- virtually all party attendees -- died.
As this was the biggest employee function of the year, Western Electric -- which had an enviable reputation for the way they treated their employees -- had told employees to bring not only the immediate family, but extended family and friends as well. As a result, a staggering number of victims were children. The most iconic image of the disaster is a shot of a Chicago fireman, anguish and horror etched on his face, carrying the body of a drowned child.
These children, these BABIES, are seared into our memory for eternity, as symbols of the evil that pervades our lives. The image of innocence lost, of lives wasted, drives home the heartache of the scene.
Who knows what these children might have become? Might Amy have become a writer, possibly penning a novel to rival "Gone With The Wind"? Would John have been a doctor who discovered a cure for cancer? Maybe Baylee might have been the first woman President.
We'll never know.
But because of their lost potential, these children -- and probably millions more -- live on in our memories, and as long as one person remembers, they never truly disappear.
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