Steptember 11, 2001
September 11, 2001 - Never forget
Always remember. Never forget.
What are your memories of 9-11-01? I was at work with my husband and one of my employees came in and mentioned a plane had hit the World Trade Center in NYC. We all turned on the TV in the break room and were talking about how someone people shouldn't be allowed to fly planes. We thought it was a single engine plane, a small personal aircraft.
Then we saw it. While we were trying to adjust to this horror, the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. I ran to the phone, tried to call my mother, got the answering machine. Called my father, who was at work at his hardware store in Boulder - he was in shock when I told him (he had no idea). I remember saying "Our country is under attack." My dad said he needed to call his wife and got off the phone. Then I called my daughter, who was at Texas A&M University (a junior). They didn't cancel classes, which I found unreal.
At work the busy phones went utterly, totally silent. One of the insurance underwriters we work with was officed in a high-rise in Dallas. I remember he called in a panic, because their were rumors that there were more terrorists out there in planes - not all of them hand landed yet - and more skyscrapers in other cities might be targeted. They were evacuating the building. I also worked with several editors at publishing houses in NYC and my agent was officed there. I worried about them, but knew I couldn't call - the phone lines were already clogged.
All day and night the tv stayed on while we watched the news. I couldn't stop crying. My husband was angry. We both were bewildered. Our country had changed forever.
I worry we forget. Life goes on, we all have jobs and families, and things to do. We have flown our flag in front of our house since 9-12-01 - we had to go buy one, and we've bought several since then. Today, on the 7th anniversary of that day, we especially wanted to see a show of patriotism like we did after that day in 2001. But it seemed like a normal day, chugging along without a care.
Never forget. Always remember.
Always remember. Never forget.
What are your memories of 9-11-01? I was at work with my husband and one of my employees came in and mentioned a plane had hit the World Trade Center in NYC. We all turned on the TV in the break room and were talking about how someone people shouldn't be allowed to fly planes. We thought it was a single engine plane, a small personal aircraft.
Then we saw it. While we were trying to adjust to this horror, the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. I ran to the phone, tried to call my mother, got the answering machine. Called my father, who was at work at his hardware store in Boulder - he was in shock when I told him (he had no idea). I remember saying "Our country is under attack." My dad said he needed to call his wife and got off the phone. Then I called my daughter, who was at Texas A&M University (a junior). They didn't cancel classes, which I found unreal.
At work the busy phones went utterly, totally silent. One of the insurance underwriters we work with was officed in a high-rise in Dallas. I remember he called in a panic, because their were rumors that there were more terrorists out there in planes - not all of them hand landed yet - and more skyscrapers in other cities might be targeted. They were evacuating the building. I also worked with several editors at publishing houses in NYC and my agent was officed there. I worried about them, but knew I couldn't call - the phone lines were already clogged.
All day and night the tv stayed on while we watched the news. I couldn't stop crying. My husband was angry. We both were bewildered. Our country had changed forever.
I worry we forget. Life goes on, we all have jobs and families, and things to do. We have flown our flag in front of our house since 9-12-01 - we had to go buy one, and we've bought several since then. Today, on the 7th anniversary of that day, we especially wanted to see a show of patriotism like we did after that day in 2001. But it seemed like a normal day, chugging along without a care.
Never forget. Always remember.
posted by Karen Whiddon at 6:50 PM
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