In remembrance of the tragedy of September 11th, 2001.
I know, memory fades with time.
I also know I had to eventually write down what I remembered and bear testament to what I experienced.
I wasn't in New York.
I didn't personally know anyone that was lost in the events (thank God).
I did, however, work with a young woman in her 20's in San Diego.
She said she was going to work on Wall Street in New York. I felt leery about her talking about it. She was pretty, open, fun..and I thought New York would eat her alive. ....weeks of the Summer go on...she gets word she can stay at a friends apartment in Brooklyn and work in Jersey (just a ferry ride across from Manhattan).
I later found out she was on a subway that passed under the towers just 30 minutes before the attacks ...the way she went to work every day and was at work in New Jersey when the events took place.
I didn't know where she was at the time of the attacks but was happy to know she wasn't in lower Manhattan.
A friend of mine was in Greenwich Village where he lived. In the weeks and months after the attacks, as the fires still smoldered in the pile where two 110 story buildings stood, he said he still smelled burning jet fuel, fumes and the stench of death when the winds would blow north from where the towers stood.
The photo below is from 1983, my first visit to the Trade Center... My first visit to New York. It's the view from the roof of Two World Trade looking at One World Trade Center (the North Tower) and New Jersey across the river in the distance.
Below, is a link to my Digital Archive with the Smithsonian Institute of what I remember of that day:
http://911digitalarchive.org/smithsonian/details/5491
Unknown "Seeker" Frisky
- 16 years, 2 months, 16 days ago