"I appreciated reading about the Greek Ship, T.S.S. New York! I sailed aboard her in 1955 under her name, T.S.S. New York on two Atlantic Crossings from New York City To Germany and return with my parents and Sister. I was (10) years old at the time now I am (62) years of age. My Father was (38), my Mother was (28) and my Sister was 12 years of age. It was a nice ship and at (62) years of age now, I still remember it well to a certain extent. Most of the Crew was German and it took a long time to cross the Atlantic in those days. After leaving New York City, we arrived in Boston to pick up additional passengers then on to Ireland then to Germany. I spent (6) months in Germany on that trip and returned to New York City on the same vessel, the T.S.S. New York."

"Looking in an old passport I found my Canadian Immigration Document dated June 12, 1956. It showed I arrived in Halifax from Southampton aboard the T.S.S. New York. I was just 9 months old to the day when I arrived in Canada with my mother and brother. It was interesting to see photos of the ship I had traveled on and read it's history."

"I was going through a box of my late mother's photographs when I came across this postcard of the TSS New York, so I googled it and found your website. We came to Canada via New York, sailing out of Southampton in July 1956.

Congratulations on your historical work on the Nea Hellas! I came across your web site by accidentIf you would allow me, I can only say that being on the Nea Hellas at the age of seven was a very sad one. These are my youthful memories of Nea Hellas.

My father, (he's 86 now) worked for the British Navy and was sent to Canada from Malta to work. Jobs in Malta were very scarce. He came to Canada in 1952-3 to work at Collingwood Shipyard in Ontario Canada. I don't know what ship he came on. After spending a number of months in Collingwood he saved enough money to buy a house for us. We were still in Malta at the time and we made preparation to leave. He remained in Toronto. In the process of getting all the paper work in Malta and medical checks, my Mother got very sick and died. It was a very terrible blow for my brother and I (and my Dad being so far away) but we continued to push on to leave the island. Thank God for my step-brother, who was about 20 at the time, and took over the arrangements to finish the paper work to leave Malta and accompanied us on the journey to a new land. . It was right after my mum passed away that we left from Malta to Toronto Canada back in 1955. I was only 7 at the time and remember the voyage well, even at that age! When the day finally arrived to board the ship, we had to hire a small row boat to go out to deeper water where the ship lay in wait. As we got closer to the ship, I was scared to death at the shear size of her. As a child, I never saw anything that big at close range! If you can imagine, the row boat took us directly to the ship's hull and when I looked up, I couldn't see the decks above! A very scared moment.

We boarded and there were a lot of people crying. After getting to our cabin, my older brother took us to the aft of the ship where most of the passengers were.

After a few hours, the engines started up and we started moving. My brother kept telling us not to look away from Malta as it slowly vanished away in the distance. I was still in awe of the whole thing. When we couldn't see Malta any longer we headed to our cabin and relaxed. As most kids, I tried the faucets and flushed the toilet and they worked ok! We were greeted on the loudspeaker by the Captain and that was it for that first day. The evening was tough and sleep was difficult for all of us as we missed our mother very much. I can remember my older brother leaving us to explore the ship on our own a lot. On one day of that first week the weather was a bit rough and a lot of people were sick. We eventually got sick too and didn't eat for a few days. But once we got over the initial seasickness we had a ball.

I remember on one occasion my brother and I ventured to the very front on the ship and looked down. We saw dolphins swimming along with us. After a few moments looking down, I felt myself being picked up by the back and as I turned, a sailor was cussing us for being there. He picked the two of us with each hand! When we made our way away from the front of the bow, I looked up at the bridge and saw the Captain and giving us the naughty finger. We stayed away from the bow after that! My step-brother got proper heck for letting us roam freely and we had to tow the line and behave.

Another memory I have is one night a sailor used his pass key to enter our cabin and closed the port hole and then left to go to the next cabin. The weather seemed calm at the time but after what seemed like an hour, the ship tossed here and there and we all got sick. Looking at the port hole glass, it was completely submerged under green water. This bad weather lasted a few days. Very few people ate anything at the cafeteria. So much food sitting there and nobody eating it. Maybe a couple of people, that's all.

There was also movie days and bright sunshine. Looking around outside the ship all I could see for miles and miles was blue ocean. I had no idea where we were going and was glad someone else did! As we came close to the end of the journey, I remember being awakened by my older brother early one morning. The three of us got dressed and went top-side. It was foggy and a mist surrounded the ship. There were people lined up along the starboard side (I think it was starboard) and I could hear many people crying openly. I didn't understand why they were emotional. After what seemed to be a few minutes we passed this huge statue of a lady holding a torch. I asked my older brother what this statue was and he said it was the Statue of Liberty and when I get a little older I will learn more about her in school. He was right, of course. I'll never forget that grand moment seeing the Statue of Liberty. Even though I was a very small boy, I remember so many people being on deck tha early and foggy morning, crying openly when they saw the statue. I didn't know why at the time but I realize it now.

These are the memories of the Nea Hellas I knew as a child. It's funny how one remembers these things so vividly. Hearing her horn blow (and getting covered with soot in the process if we were close to the stack!) These are memories I will always cherish and remember. Yes, it was a sad time for us coming to a new country without our mum but I think she was with us with every revolution Nea Hellas made with her screws. My thanks to you and other contributors for giving my brothers and me a glimpse into the past. I will not forget the Nea Hellas.

PS................ I mentioned this web site to my older brother and he was very excited to read and see the numerous pictures of Nea Hellas. We pretty well stuck together during the entire voyage with him being a year older and watching out for me. After looking at the photos he told me a few things about the trip that he never told me before and I want to include them here in memory of the Captain. My brother hasn't got a computer and I told him that I would pass a note to you about his experience.

He went on to say that at times after lunch he would walk right up to the front of the bow of the ship and look at the vast ocean. He would stand there and take it all in; the sun, sky, the people having fun, and the dolphins. As the ship pushed forward he would sit and curl up inside the crevice of the bow and fall asleep. The Captain would see him from the bridge of course and as he made his way down to greet the passengers, would go over to my brother and wake him. The Captain took him by the hand and returned him to a nearby deck chair and say goodbye. He never scolded him for being at the bow of the ship. On another occasion when my brother did the same thing ( sleeping at the bow), the sea got a little rough and a wave of cold sea water came crashing over the bow and he got soaked! That was the last time he slept there after lunch!

The next several days during dinner, the Captain always (tried to) make an appearance and walked around the tables talking to people. My brother said that he always made a point of stopping by our table to speak to us. He would reach over my brother's plate and cut his meat for him. He did this numerous times to many kids and not just my brother. When my brother ( being a Dad and Granddad ) talks about that moment , he believes the Captain may have had kids of his own and missed them.

That's all he told me of "that" memory aboard the Nea Hellas. I told him to write down other memories he had and I would send them in. He said he would think about it and if he does, I will forward them to you. Thank you Jim. Regards, Tony

Greetings, I was very happy to see your web page on the Nea Hellas. This was the very ship that my parents came to America on, in the year 1950, the month of September. They got married on the little Island of Malta in the Mediterranean sea, south of Sicily in the year 1950 and left the Island to immigrate to America with the hopes of a better life there. Their route started from Malta to Catania, Sicily, spent a couple nights at the Mira Mar Hotel for their honeymoon. From there they took the ferry boat to Naples, Italy. There they started their journey on the Beautiful ship named the " Nea Hellas" the Greek Ocean liner. The food they recall was great and the service was equally as good. My Dad remembers during their voyage on the Atlantic Ocean that there was a very big storm and the waves were over the ship. They were under the control of the sea so strongly, that the ship never gained movement for 9 hours. My Father was a strong Christian and believed that if he put a piece of his holy scapular of Monte Carmel onto the Ocean Liner window that the ocean would calm down after a short while. And to his great pleasure, after he had done this faithful act, the Ocean calmed down in a very short time. My parents were at the time 22 years and 23 years old. Their total travel time spent on the Nea Hellas was from September 24th to October 9th. When they arrived in America they were so Happy to see the Statue of Liberty early in the dawn of the morning. What a beautiful sight that was to see for them, representing their new life in this great free country! They have been living in America most of their life in California. My Dad worked for TWA Airlines, 32 years before retiring. They have 3 Children and 4 Grandchildren. Their grandson served in the navy on an aircraft carrier. Their granddaughter served in the foreign reserves. My parents have enjoy being a homeowner in this great country, all thanks for the safe travel on the Nea Hellas! Thank you for you letting me contribute this information to your web page .

Thank you! My emotions overwhelm me, I (my eyes) have been dripping tears for the last hour. That is about all I am able to muster at this time.

While on a business trip this week, I visited the Halifax museum, memories rushed & emotions rose; I decided to pursue the issue on my computer ...what a surprise. Congratulations on your wonderful effort. Aug.1953 - Naples/Halifax. (10yrs old)

My father was on board the Nea Hellas as an employee. The time frame was around October or November 1940. When the ship arrived in New York during a voyage that fall or early winter 1940, he embarked in New York. I will provide more details.

I was a passenger on the New Hellas in July 1951. At the time I was 8 years old and traveling with my parents to Dayton, Ohio where we lived for almost 50 years. This year, will be my 55th anniversary of coming to America. Recently, I met a lady who was on the Nea Hellas in July,1951, I suspect we were on the same ship at the same time.

I was born in 1936 in a very Greek home in New York City's Inwood between Dyckman St. and 207th St. My parents spoke only Greek and the conversations always led back to Greece and how wonderful it was. It was a very close neighborhood with many Greek families and my aunt uncle and cousins all on the same street a block away. I remember the fascination I developed for Greece after hearing so many wonderful stories about the history, the customs, traditions, celebrations and the of course the food. After WWII in 1949 my father made his first trip back to Greece on the Nea Hellas after 29 years of living in the US.

We were very excited to hear about his trip upon his return and soon after my mother made plans for her trip and to take me with her. I was thrilled and began counting the months weeks and days to day we were to leave. Finally after several months of my mothers preparation of packing trunks with used clothing to take to our families who were in a bad way after the WWII and the civil war in Greece which followed.

It was a freezing cold day in Hoboken, New Jersey as I remember getting out of the car on the dock in front of the enormously appearing Nea Hellas. It was February 9. 1951 and I was 14 years old. We got on board and were taken to our cabin in 2nd class, which I shared with my mother. I was happy to see we had a porthole in our cabin.

We had a kamaroto assigned to us to care for our needs during our trip. I remember him as a very nice man who brought me snacks to eat at night after the dining room had closed. I was very excited to say the least. What an adventure! Soon we were underway with several blasts from the ships whistle as we left the berth. It was wonderful to see people waving goodbye on the dock as we moved farther and farther away out into the Hudson River.

We were assigned to a fire drill station number and a dining room table and a waiter who served us for the entire trip. We would be sharing our table with 6 other passengers during the trip. Soon we went to the dining room for our first meal and met our traveling dining partners. Mostly Greeks and a few Serbians, and sadly some Greek soldiers who were seriously injured in Korea. All very nice people and the meals were always delicious with some things I had never eaten before and one that I will never forget is the Baked Alaska.

After a restful sleep I got up very early to get out on deck. It was cold and windy and my first time at sea. I loved it and couldn't free myself to get below for breakfast. The sea and the waves mesmerized me as never before. I vowed then and there I would become a seaman soon as I was old enough. After breakfast I began my exploration of the ship. I went everywhere except up to First Class. I was told it was off limits to passengers in the lower classes. I heard it was very beautiful up there so I was disappointed. I soon found the chart showing the ships daily progress across the Atlantic so that became my first order of business in the morning.

The days passed with few other young people but I had a very good time in the library, movie theater and down in the Kafenio in 3rd Class. There were 2 Greek musicians on board. One played accordion and the other the Zither. It was the time when the Third Man Theme was popular. I also remember a few of the Greek hits of that year. I loved the ship with it smells from the steel, paint, oil, kitchen and the sea. At 14 everything was new and adventurous.

After 15 days we arrived in Piraeus. Along the way we stopped in Lisbon, Malta and Naples. I was up very early on those mornings of arrival to be on the forecastle to watch the harbor getting closer and closer. On our return trip in May we had a ship full of young immigrants going to Halifax and New York City. It was more fun on the return trip because of them. The ship was buzzing with activity and I made many friends which I will always remember although i never saw them again. The Nea Hellas was one the most wonderful experiences of my life and It given me countless hours of memories. My deepest thanks for remembering and building this fantastic website.

"I boarded this ship in Piraeus Late October 1953, then 19 years old on my way to USA, destination Purdue University to study Chemistry. I had started several days earlier from Beirut on a smaller Greek ship. I remember vividly the two stops in North America. First at Pier 21 in Halifax, Nova Scotia and then in New York when I saw the Statue Of Liberty as we arrived. I stayed at the YMCA in Manhattan and later took a Grey Hound bus to Indiana. On arrival at Halifax some 900 people got off, mostly immigrants from Greece, Malta and Spain. The remaining, over 1000 people got off at New York.

As a young man from Damascus, Syria, the whole voyage was an astonishing experience. I was only equipped with my knowledge from education, the needed money to show on arrival and the school documents. I entered a whole new world then and managed to survive against some odds for several years in the USA and I have lived in Canada since August of 1061. I had to drink wine on the ship with meals. They did not serve water. I recall getting see sick between Malta and Lisbon. The entire journey from Beirut took 21 days."

"I am a reporter, researcher from Portugal Azores. This ship came into my life when I realised that it was one - with Homeland, who took the first important group of Azoreans from the island of S. Miguel to Canada. I am very happy to have found info about this important ship. Some of its remarkeble story I will include in my book about Azorean emigration to Canada in 1954. Thank you for sharing its story.

The trip by bus to the port of Naples was fun; much story-telling and speculating on what awaited us. As the bus wound its way down the mountain and the ships came inro view, anxiety started to take over. The mood turned to somber as we waved our goodbyes from the ship to relatives on the dock, already separated by water. On our brief stop at Gibraltar, we were greeted by a small navy of peddlers in small boats that swarmed the Nea Hellas to sell their merchandise, without coming on board.

"To James Cullen short summary of my war years as requested

I Joined the Merchant Navy on 20/11/1940. My first ship was named the Nea Hellas. I joined her 10/12/1940 and sailed from Glasgow on 23/12/1940 with troops onboard bound for Middle East. The ship returned to Glasgow 14/06/1941 and I was then sent to Liverpool to join the " Duchess of Atholl" We sailed with troops for the Middle East on 31/07/1941 and returned to Liverpool 28/06/1942. On the way back from the Middle East we had stopped at Durban South Africa to load a cargo of oranges to take back to Britain when at 6 am on the 10^th October off the coast of Africa we were torpedoed by a German submarine with three torpedoes. The first torpedo hit the engine room leaving us powerless. The second torpedo was fired approximately 20 minutes later and a hugh hole was blowing in the forward hold after approximately 20 minutes the submarine reappeared and fired its third torpedo at the ship. By this time the Captain had given orders to take to the lifeboats and abandon the ship. The ship by this time was beginning to list when we lowered the life boats. Rowing away from The Duchess of Atholl it was a sad sight to see the stern rising up and the ship slowly going beneath the waves

We were 2 days in the life boats before we were picked up by an American Cruiser and taken to Freetown Africa and an other week before we were repatriated to Glasgow. We landed at Greenock at midnight and we were put on a train for Glasgow and landed at Central Station at 1.30 am to make our own way home with no money and all the clothes I had was an Army great coat Had to walk all the way from Central Station to Whitevale Street." (Given that My Father is 84 years of age I will not correct his spelling and the rescue ship was Hms Corinthian a former Ellerman Lines Ocean boarding vessel I bet it looked GOOD)

"Thank you so much for your wonderful sight. I know my mom will be ecstatic when she sees the pictures of the Nea Hellas this Christmas. My family came to Halifax via Naples in 1951 to start a new life in Canada. Mom would always mention that the crossing was very rough but that she enjoyed being on the ship. I was less than 2 years old, so I have no memories of the journey. Dad would remind us that he had to borrow the money in order to purchase the tickets. My aunt Agatha came with us, so the total for the four of us was $630 US. A huge sum in those day. Thanks again"

"Greetings,We were delighted to find your website, for which we thank you!

Shortly after our marriage in Chicago on March 1, 1956, we had our honeymoon voyage on the Nea Hellas. Somewhere we still have some menus and a copy of that passenger list, along with photographs. When we find those items, we will contact you as to what might be done with them.

Needless to say, it was a glorious trip for us, and something we have treasured during each of the almost fifty years since that honeymoon voyage on the Nea Hellas! We returned to the States in 1959 after Father Anthony finished his studies in theology at the University of Athens. Upon our return, he was ordained to the priesthood and we then moved to the West Coast where he served as an assistant in Oakland. Following that, he served as the priest at St. Nicholas Church in Tacoma, Washington for 19 years and then as Executive Director of the Northwest Orthodox Foundation until his retirement in 1990.

Thank you again for the website and for the memories it evoked of our glorious voyage to Greece!."

" I am very excited to have found your site! I have been looking for photos of this great ocean liner and now I have found them.

I too, crossed the Atlantic for my first entry to the United States on the Nea Ellas. I was only 15 years old, then, and traveled along with my two older sisters, Sophie and Fannie. We left Pireaus on or about the 17th of October, 1954. The trip took 17 days arriving in New York on November 2, 1954, as the Queen Mary was sailing out.

Our first stop was Valetta, Malta, where we took in passengers. I met a young and beautiful Maltese girl and we struck up a quick friendship. Then we made a brief stop at Catania, Sicily, Naples, Lisbon, Portugal and Halifax Nova Scotia. The voyage was great until we left Lisbon. Then things changed. The ocean was angry, with high winds and mountainous waves. I have a memorable event. I was almost swept overboard, from around the stern. As the ship was sitting back, the ocean waters fill the area, and I grasped the railing. For a few moments I watched the water emptying back into the ocean like a cataract. Then quickly I disappeared inside, for the rest of the voyage. I also remember the photos taken by the ship's photographer, and were displayed on board with waves so very high. Thanks for making my day, half a century later."

The attached picture is of all the children on board the Nea Hellas in January 1949 on the way to Australia , berthing at Port Melbourne on the 23rd February 1949 . I am the girl first row standing ,holding another girl in a dark dress , I think her name was Olga ? .My Name was Tamara Bulatovas , My married name is now Yelland . My parents George & Lydia Bulatovas went to Bonegilla and then settled in Adelaide . I now live in Melbourne. I would be most interested to hear from any one else on that voyage who might be in the photo , My email is ty620067@bigpond.net.au."

"What a wonderful discovery and talk about memories, I was particularly taken with the video of the ship. My dad (Charles) mother (Muriel) and my youngest sister Iris immigrated from Malta to Massena N.Y. - USA on the Nea Hellas back in April of 1954. I was 11 and my sister was around 9. Since then, both our parents have passed away. I now reside in Kitchener - Ontario / Canada and my youngest sister had returned to Malta around 1959 where she still is today. My most remembered memories of the voyage were that of how sea sick my dad & I were from the rough seas. My mother and sister enjoyed every moment of the experience. As a young boy, I was really impressed with the spread that the dining room presented for our meals. Years later I accidentally stumbled into another Maltese person (Maurice) in Kitchener that was on the same boat with us. It was unbelievable because his original destination was Montreal - Canada. Thank you for providing these very fond memories of our past. Regards"

"My mother and I traveled on the Hea Hellas from Grenock Scotland, arriving at Pier 21 in Halifax, Nova Scotia on 18 April, 1945. We were traveling to Canada ahead of my father who was still on the continent fighting in World War II. My mother wrote in a diary every day on board and was amazed with the menu as we had just come from Birghton England where food was rationed. I was only 18 months old and had my first ice cream and bananas while on board. We were escorted by destroyers and a submarine part of the way to Halifax and later by two Canadian corvettes. We were at sea for three days before we were told the name of the ship...security reasons."

"My troopship the Duchess of York was sunk off Oporto on 11 July 1943. I was picked up by a Navy frigate and, after a couple of weeks in an American transit camp in Casablanca we re-embarked on the Nea Hellas, bound for what turned out to be Nigeria. We gathered the ship had been diverted from carrying prisoners of war. Our voyage was the most unpleasant I have ever had, we were chased day and night by submarines, the Navy escort was constantly setting off depth charges which shook the ship like a giant tin can, we had no fans or air conditioning and the food consisted mainly of weevily bread, black potatoes and pork, not ideal for the tropics in August, particularly when you have just survived the sinking of your ship. This voyage put me off ship travel for many years! I found your website through Google, researching what happened to my old troopships. To my surprise, thanks to you, I found more about the old Nea Hellas than the others. It is good to know other people have much happier memories of her than I do!"

"My late father, Warren L. Custer, of Johnstown, Pennsylvania, was a graduate of Virginia Polytechnic Institute where he was in the Corps of Cadets. After early graduation he was commissioned a Lieutenant in the US Army and sent off to the China-Burma-India Theater. In his scrapbook and photo album of his activities during World War II he wrote "We landed in Bombay (India) sometime near the end of January '44 after a lousy trip from Algiers, North Africa on a "Limey" boat The HMS Nea Helas(sic)." His letters home indicate he was still on the East Coast on December 7, 1943 but his letter from North Africa, dated January 15, 1944 states he was "on the high seas" on Christmas and New Years Day. He made no mention of the route, or conditions of the trip other than what I have stated above. Obviously the ship sailed from North Africa to India in about a month's time My father returned to his hometown of Johnstown, PA . If you look in the National World War II registry under his name there is a brief statement of his activities in the CBI Theater. I am so glad I found the information about the NEA Hellas. Every now and then I recheck information on the net and once in a while I find some interesting information related to my Dad's service. I am glad to add to the history of the ship. Thanks so much! Sue

"The Faber family traveled on the the Nea Hellas(aka TSS New York) in December of 1956.My dad, Horst Faber passed away March 14,2004. I am writing to try and contact a Reinhard Jarschke who has written on your website. I am trying to find anyone who traveled on this ship at the same time as my dad did to hopefully learn a little about it. Reinhard seems to have traveled at the same time as my dad, who arrived in Halifax in December of 1956. Thank you."

"Only today (28th December 2003) have I found the Nea Hellas website. It brought back memories of a not too pleasant voyage on her in 1945. She was then a troop transport and in June 1945, we - an RAF draft - sailed from Gourock on the Clyde for Bombay. We soon found that conditions on the so-called 'troop decks' were not too pleasant. The sleeping areas allotted to us were low ceilinged and to accommodate as many men as possible, mattresses were stored in large cupboards by day and laid out on the deck and the mess tables at night. Above them, hammocks completely covered the ceiling to accommodate another layer of men. The weather was perfect for sailing and as it got warmer, we soon found the air fresher on the open decks, where most of us then chose to sleep. Conditions were not helped by an outbreak of diarrhea for which the toilets were inadequate, and by the fact that some troop decks had to be evacuated while they were fumigated to get rid of some kind of infestation. Fresh drinking water was turned on for an hour or so each day for us to fill our water bottles and we showered in salt water. Butter (or margarine) came to the mess table in a liquid form in a bowl. We had left the UK in the middle of the 1945 election campaign. I had, myself, spent most of my embarkation leave working on behalf of a candidate in the Erdington constituency of Birmingham. Since I was to be absent on polling day, my vote was cast by my father as proxy. The election provided a great topic of conversation and we occupied some of the otherwise rather boring hours by constructing our own version of the new Labour cabinet to which most of us looked forward. When the result came over the ship's loudspeaker system there was great jubilation - at least among the other ranks. En route, we called in at Marseille, sailed past the volcanic island of Stromboli, through the Straits of Messina and into Taranto. Then, across the Med to Alexandria and so through Suez. At no place were we allowed ashore.

Somewhere in the Red Sea, the poor Nea Hellas began to show signs of steering difficulties. We put into Aden and lay there for some time before putting back again northwards through the blazing hot Red Sea to Port Tewfik, where we had to abandon the Nea Hellas and, after one freezing cold night in a tent ashore, we transferred to an army vessel for the rest of the trip to Bombay. To my recollection, the whole journey lasted more than one month, with one night ashore."

"Hi- I enjoyed the website for the Tuscania/Nea Hellas. My grandfather, Rev. Ryan,a minister from Houston, TX, traveled on the Tuscania about 1925 to the Holy Land with other ministers. I think I still have letters he wrote from the trip, and also an old menu from the ship. It must have been an exciting time for him years ago, and thank you for providing the photos."

"My family immigrated to the U.S.A. in 1956 aboard the New York. We sailed from Southampton England. I was six years old and my sister was eight. I do remember being awfully sea sick during the voyage, but also
remember The complete and utter sense of adventure aboard that ship. It as a magical place for a six year old boy. I cannot tell you how happy I am that my family just missed the age of trans Atlantic jets, and I had the opportunity to experience the last years of the great tans Atlantic crossings. We lost anchor around Halifax and roamed around for two days while they repaired it. When we passed the statue of liberty coming into NY harbor, I remember my mother and father breaking down into tears. That old ship was the start of our new lives. Great web site. I had almost forgotten."

As per the ticket my father purchased, the journey was from the port of Bremerhaven, Germany to the port in Halifax, Nova Scotia (Pier 21). The fare was $180 U.S. each for my parents, $90 U.S each for three of the kids, and $10 U.S for my sister who was just an infant at the time.

Both my parents are now gone but one story I remember them telling me was how I almost "never was". Apparently, the Atlantic was quite stormy during their crossing and guests were advised to stay in-doors. My parents, along with some other adult passangers, went outside onto one of the decks. A large wave hit the deck and hit my father, but just before he was swept out to sea, he managed to grab onto some type of railing. A very close call.

I have some interesting pieces from my family's journey. I have scanned them and have attached them for you. The first two attachments are the Greek Line Westbound Passage Contract Ticket. The third attachment is the title page of the T.S.S. New York Passenger Accomodation Plan (1956 edition). Unfortunately, this last document is very large and I am unable to scan it all. It gives a floor plan for all levels of the ship.

Thanks again for putting up your site and providing some information to

me."

"This morning at breakfast my spouse and I were reading about trawler yachts (we hope to buy one) and the subject of cavitating propellers was mentioned. I told him that when I crossed the Atlantic on the TSS New York in 1958 we were in a big storm and when the stern lifted out of the water the whole ship shook from the propeller vibration. Alan was soon on the net looking up the TSS New York. You can find everything on the net and it was a thrill to read the entry from Mr. Koch who was on the ship for the same crossing in September 1958. I was 17 years old at the time. It was a great storm that made the crossing an extra two days. I enjoyed going to the bow below the bridge and watching the waves come over the bow. They had a large map of the Atlantic near the purser's office with a pin marking the ship's position. One day we made no progress. The captain just kept the bow headed in to the storm. A lot of people were sea sick. At one meal I was the only passenger at the table. I still remember the delicious home made rolls that were served in the afternoon. Thanks for a great web site.

"I was so delighted to find your web site, just today on my mothers 76th birthday I asked her the name of the ship she crossed the Atlantic on, and of course it was the Nea Hellas. She crossed and landed in New York, on March 6th 1951. She has often spoken of her crossing some good memories some not so good, I do believe she was sea sick. I think it is just wonderful to view the pictures and read about the ship. I guess it is a feeling like I would not be here today if my mother did not make the crossing on the Nea Hellas. I want to thank you for the web site".

"My Father was a troop deck officer on the nea hellas during ww2. I remember working on an L.S.T. in John Browns shipyard when this ship came around a bend in the river Clyde with its bow and part of the foredeck smashed in. It had been in a collision with an American warship I knew my Dad was aboard and I wondered if he was O.K. He was."

"Wow! I wish you could have been here to see the look on my mother's face when we found your website. She hugged me so tightly! She came from Greece on the Nea Hellas in 1951. She was orphaned in the war in Greece and came here with her two brothers to start a new life.

Anyway, she will e-mail you with her Nea Hellas stories soon. My mother does not have anything from her voyage, but she does have some memories. She was nine when she came over. She does not have access to e-mail at her house, so after Thanksgiving, she is coming over to e-mail your website about her voyage. She was so excited to find your website. Thank you so much for what you have done to help these immigrants get in touch with a very important part of their past. It is so important for us to know our history. My mother is in the process of writing a book. She is an excellent writer and her memories are so incredible".

"I traveled on the Nea Hellas from Glasgow on 24 June 1945 en route to Bombay, India. As part of a complement of four thousand service troops I never reached India on the Nea Hellas because the rudder became displaced in the Red Sea and after voyaging on at reduced speed by propeller steering we reached Aden, where they turned us back to Port Said for repairs.

This was only one of the reasons why we gave her the derogatory name 'The Nea Hellas Possible'. At Port Said we transferred ships so my contact with the Nea Hellas ended at this point. Your web-site has fascinated me being able to see this ship once more and finding out her ultimate fate. Thank you."

"Hello, I am 53 years old and live in Germany. In September 1958 my mother and we 5 children between 2 and 14 traveled on board of the TSS New York, Greek Line from Bremerhaven to New York. So I was 8 years old then and I did never forget these 8 or 9 or 10 days on board! (I really dont know the precise no. of days). I just loved the ship and since then I love the ocean! I had a lot of fun, also because of the fact, that my mother and older brother became sea-sick quickly and had to stay in bed, so I could look and walk around everywhere alone. That were the most comfortable and luxurious days in my childhood, that I will never forget. I still remember the ding-dong-melodie, the steward played on his xylophone calling the passengers for the meal-times (also my sister does). I would love to see more pictures of that beautiul ship if there are in the internet? Many greetings and thanks."