Well. it looks as if this topic is evolving into a 9/11 Memories topic; we simply cannot allow 9/11 to go off into the memory clouds.
For those of us who "lived through it" - even if it was looking at a TV - let us remember that, as I noted earlier, there are now college graduates who weren't born on that day. The memory must not be extinguished.
I know for myself, Saturday Sep 8 was the memorial service for my Father, who had passed about two weeks prior. The family had gathered at my Sister's house in Greenwich with its view overlooking Long Island Sound. The day was crystal clear and the Twin Towers some 25 miles away as the crow flies quite visible. Imagine what it was like to observe same three days later.
For myself, the day started with a routine call to a State unemployment auditor regarding an upcoming client audit. The conversation ended with a "Mr. Norman, forget it, we have other fish to fry". I then called the client to share the good news. The office gal was crying and I'm of the "Fern, what's happened?" "Planes have crashed into the World Trade Center in New York, Gil, I'm praying for your family" (she knew I was from NY).
Well, the rest of the day was spent in front of the TV.
Eventually, I learned my Sister was "running around" in Greenwich and first learned about Noon. My Brother in Law was overseas on business, and my two nephews were in college - Providence and Charlottesville respectively.
My Niece had the story to tell. She was living in some "post college, pre life bunkhouse" in Lower Manhattan. She was riding Uptown on the Subway to work when it happened. Mass confusion of course when she alighted in the "West Eighties". Her "apartment" (six girls in space for two) was off limits, so she, along with many others, walked to 125th Street station, which had become Metro North's terminal and eventually was on a train to Greenwich - and Mom.
Again I note for those who hold 9/11 become a holiday? I think not. Those who lost their lives, be it NY, Wash, or Shanksville, were at or going to work, and were apart from their families. Soon, the holiday would "gravitate" to a three day weekend - and every retailer would be outdoing one another with "9/11 Blowout Sales Events".
Ask me, "how tacky".
For those of us who "lived through it" - even if it was looking at a TV - let us remember that, as I noted earlier, there are now college graduates who weren't born on that day. The memory must not be extinguished.
I know for myself, Saturday Sep 8 was the memorial service for my Father, who had passed about two weeks prior. The family had gathered at my Sister's house in Greenwich with its view overlooking Long Island Sound. The day was crystal clear and the Twin Towers some 25 miles away as the crow flies quite visible. Imagine what it was like to observe same three days later.
For myself, the day started with a routine call to a State unemployment auditor regarding an upcoming client audit. The conversation ended with a "Mr. Norman, forget it, we have other fish to fry". I then called the client to share the good news. The office gal was crying and I'm of the "Fern, what's happened?" "Planes have crashed into the World Trade Center in New York, Gil, I'm praying for your family" (she knew I was from NY).
Well, the rest of the day was spent in front of the TV.
Eventually, I learned my Sister was "running around" in Greenwich and first learned about Noon. My Brother in Law was overseas on business, and my two nephews were in college - Providence and Charlottesville respectively.
My Niece had the story to tell. She was living in some "post college, pre life bunkhouse" in Lower Manhattan. She was riding Uptown on the Subway to work when it happened. Mass confusion of course when she alighted in the "West Eighties". Her "apartment" (six girls in space for two) was off limits, so she, along with many others, walked to 125th Street station, which had become Metro North's terminal and eventually was on a train to Greenwich - and Mom.
Again I note for those who hold 9/11 become a holiday? I think not. Those who lost their lives, be it NY, Wash, or Shanksville, were at or going to work, and were apart from their families. Soon, the holiday would "gravitate" to a three day weekend - and every retailer would be outdoing one another with "9/11 Blowout Sales Events".
Ask me, "how tacky".
