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Page 36 "That evening in the Detroit News there was an article about the sinking of the TASHMOO. Lo and behold, there was a photograph of my dad and his date and other passengers standing by the COLUMBIA after returning to Detroit - proof that he really was a "survivor" of the sinking." With a million good memories, there has to be a bad one. Marcia Pilliciotti of Detroit rode the "three broad decks" of the TASHMOO, "over 600 windows, holding 1,400 passengers. On this morning's trip, a speedboat with five people in it was foolishly circling the TASHMOO, trying to get as close as it could. After several noisy revolutions, it had caught the attention of hundreds of children. They were thrilled to watch this dangerous game. The speedboat got caught in a wave that rebounded off the TASHMOO hull. Tipped the small craft over and spilled its five occupants into the water. Only three people could swim. Two other passengers drown. "The news of the accident quickly spread around the TASHMOO. .. .Our mother remembers most of the people on all three decks, going to watch on the left side of the ship. They wanted to see what was going on, but they did not realize they might cause the same outcome to their boat. Neither my mother, nor her mother, knew how to swim and were panic stricken... .Through the pandemonium, a ships employee grabbed a bullhorn and yelled directions. 'Get back! Get back to the other side of the ship, or we'll tip over, too.' Eventually, people listened to him and moved back to the other side of the boat. My mother did not remember the rest of the boat ride, landing on Tashmoo Island, or anything else that happened. She just knew that she would not go on a boat, again." The ultimate compliment that a ship can receive was forwarded by Arnold Tash. "When my Father was young and his friends asked him where he wanted to go, he always said "On the TASHMOO." My father and mother loved to dance. Before they were married they took many trips on the TASHMOO, and won some trophies with their good dancing. My Father's name was Charles Pawlowski, but all his friends called him Charlie Tash, because of his love for the boat. Finally he decided to change his last name legally to Charles Tash, as everyone knew him by that name. "I was fourteen years old at that time, so my last name was also legally changed to Tash. My Father has been dead for 51 years now. But my wife and I, three sons and their wives, and five grandchildren still carry on the Tash name." Don Hoffman wrote from Yuma, Arizona, to recall several trips as a young man. "As a child I remember many summer mid-week excursions to Bob-Lo with my mother and her sisters for a picnic there. Trips to Bob-Lo were always fun, but the best part was having a Boston Cooler at the Vemor's Plant at the foot of Woodward after the cruise. "My parents took me to Put-in-Bay several times on the steamer PUT-IN-BAY, but that trip took longer. I recall how slot machines appeared once we got into Lake Erie, and they seemed to attract a lot of adults. "During the summer of 1948, between my sophomore and junior years at U of D High School, I spent four weeks as a cabin porter aboard the S.S. CITY OF DETROIT III. That summer, the ship's task was to provide a pleasurable seven day cruise of the Great Lakes. The trip originated on Saturday evening in Buffalo," and stopped in Cleveland, Detroit, Mackinac, and finally Chicago. The return trip included a stop in Midland, Ontario. "The route covered a distance One of the many documents received for the exhibit was this "Certificate of Service" sent by Kenneth David Ayton Dossin Museum Collection