Sailed on the SS United States in the spring of 1969. I was 10 years old at the time and thoroughly enjoyed having the run of the ship. I recall one mid-Atlantic day we spent weathering a ferocious storm that sent the ship listing wildly from side to side. Upon reaching New York, I remember our dining steward happening by while I gawked from a starboard railing at the city skyline and Statue of Liberty, him telling me that this was his home town.
My grandparents took the United States to Europe. I think my mom got to go on it (visit, not travel), but definitely she toured the Andrea Doria, which she adored.