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Midway to Italy on the Saturnia in July 1960, my mother was still enjoying her first respite from household chores in more than a decade, but my father was fed up. He quickly grew weary of our stark little cabin, where Mom rinsed our things in the sink and hung them to dry on thin ropes suspended above our heads. Accustomed to working year-round, he didn’t know how to inhabit the hours of idleness aboard a ship. It seemed his favorite activities were early morning strolls on deck, when the briny air was at its most bracing. Now that the …