201 20 70359 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I remember it was a very calm morning and I sent my girls off to school, and went to work. I remember sitting at my desk and a coworker came running in to my office area and turned on the T.V. She had said a plane had just crashed into the twin tower, as a born NewYorker I stopped what I was doing and just watched in horror as the 2nd plane crashed into the 2nd tower, Ijust started to cry and said oh God what is happening. I have my family in NY and they work in lower manhattan, I tryed to call on my cell phone to see if all were safe but, could not get through I could not complete my days work along with my other co workers. One of my coworkers daughter worked in the worldtrade center, and she was trying to find out if she was in the bulding at the time of the horror. She later learned that her daughter was late getting to work ,and thank God for that cause it saved her from an untimely death, as for others they were not as fortuate to escape the horrfic disester that was to follow. I do thank God that I later found out my son experienced the terror in the streets but, God so good was able to get to safey. My thoughts will always be with all who have lost loved ones in this terrorist attack. I also want to give much thanks to our Emergency workers from our courageous firefighters, police officers, medical workers, and all the people who didn't even think of saving themselves but, saving those around them. God Bless Them All. I also moved back to NY since then. MY home is where the heart is and that is here in NY, with my family. Life is precious, and we as a nation will go on and be stronger and we will not fall. The End. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story4712.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: The morning of September 11th, 2002 began as a normal everyday routine. I woke up...took my shower and got ready for school. The same morning conversation between my friends and I before the first bell rang. I went into my homeroom classroom and the news was on, just as it was every morning. At first i payed no attention to the news because it was a regular newscast. However, ten minutes into homeroom...breaking news flashed across the screen. "This just in...the south tower of the world trade center has just been hit by a plane." I wasnt in too mugh shock because i thought it was just an accident. I mean this could happen...a plane flying too low and accidentally running into one of the tallest buildings in the world. Come on..that sounds pretty thinkable. But not to long after that, i saw yet another plane fly into the other tower which was being broadcasted over the television. Still the reality hadnt hit me. I didnt know what to think. Was it all just a cruel joke? Or was it real and someone really attacking us? I felt no pain, no anger, no sadness. Just nothing. Then i remembered that my mom lived about a block away from the towers. This is about a quarter mile. Thats about one lap around a regular high school track. Thats when the fear began to rush in. The fear for everyones life that lived in New York. Not only my mom but all of her friends that i met when i visited there. All within a short walking distance to the towers. Frantically i tried to remember her phone number...but it just wouldnt come. I almost broke into to tears, but i knew i couldnt in front of my friends...it would just make it worse. The bell rang to dismiss us from class and as i walked out of the room i could see that most of the students didnt even know. After all our teacher was one of the only ones that left the news on during homeroom. They all walked to their groups that they hung out with and it seemed that the news spread like the plague. Within a minute and a half the whole 8th grade body knew. Most didnt even understand the importance of the event. As the first period bell rang we all walked in...and that was when we all found out that the pentagon had been hit as well. Then we all got really scared. We didnt think that the terrorists would want to go around hitting every little town but we aren't too far from the capital and that didnt make us feel any better about the situation. As the day went on can remember that no one had that worried look in their eyes...why? Well mostly just because the principles didnt allow the teachers to turn on the tv's...they were trying to hide us from the real and valid truth that america was under attack. Some kids got picked up from school and by the end of the day only half the school was present. Once the bell rang at the end of the day everyone was ready to go home. Most wanted to go home so they could find out what all had happened. Me... I wanted to go home to call my mom. Once i called her she told me that she was fine and i had a major sigh of releif for the moment. Then she told me she watched to towers fall. She saw them collapse. I sat there in disbelief trying to imagine what a site that would have been. Believable? Maybe. Saddening? Ya, that too. Heart Wrenching? Completely. I didnt know what to think..but before i went to bed i said a prayer for all the people that had died and for all those that were alive but buried under the wreckage. I said a prayer for the police officers and firemen who risked their lifes to save other. Those are the true souls of America. Of that we should be proud. One day when i grow old and tell my grandchildren about my experience on the history making day...i will be able to tell them they should be proud. Proud of what each individual soul did, and proud of what America as a whole did. Pulled together in the time of need...thats what it means to be an American. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story3514.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I am Scottish and I was on holiday with my sister in Orlando on September 11th. We were staying in an apartment and had gone out to sit by the pool that morning. I was reading and half listening to the radio. When I heard it reported that a plane had hit the WTC I assumed it was a light aircraft but I said to my sister "Are you listening to this?" We both abandoned our books and moved closer to the radio. As the news came through that planes had hit the other tower and the Pentagon we just listened in complete shock and disbelief. I remember hearing a reporter who was in New York getting more and more upset to the point where she was actually crying and the other presenters were trying to calm her down. There was a small cinema in the club house so we followed the other guests inside to watch as it was showing the news. Everyone just stood watching in complete silence as the first tower collapsed. It was a very surreal experience to be standing in a cinema in my bathing suit watching such a tragedy. I felt sick and I couldn't stop shaking. We went back to our apartment so we could call home but we couldn't get through. We switched on the tv just in time to see the second tower collapsing, a woman who had witnessed people jumping decribed what she had seen then my mum called and when I spoke to her I just said I cant believe this is happening and started crying. All day we watched tv until we felt we couldnt stand it anymore but we couldn't stop watching either. Being in the US at that time gave me a greater appreciation of the shock and grief that the country suffered as well as the enormous courage, strength and dignity that followed. I am proud that we are standing "shoulder to shoulder" with you in the war against terror. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story8722.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I almost feel as though I shouldn't be writing anything on this page for the simple fact that I wasn't there. I didn't see those people falling to the ground below. I didn't lose anyone in the tragedy, but in a sense we all lost brothers and sisters. The brothers and sisters that the good Lord above granted us. I've read a couple of the stories and have cried through all of them. It's a tragic thing. I can't imagine any one of God's creatures, whether you believe in him or not, having so much hate for another person or group of people that it would cause an event that shook up our great nation. It brings tears to my eyes thinking about it. I do, however, want to show all who read this that even though many of us weren't there, we ALL felt the horror of those who watched this tragic even first hand. Here is how I found out. There was a really odd feeling going through the halls of the high school that morning. The light chatter that's always there when something major happens. I get into the classroom where about 5 or 6 other students have already come in and are talking about it. The T.V. gets turned on only minutes after it'd had happened. The smoke alone coming from the building was enough to make me sick. Everyone stood/sat there in complete horror as their eyes were glued to the black smoke billowing from the building, tarnishing the bright blue sky. With the hole that could be seen in the side of the building, it was pretty obvious that a plane had hit it. Couldn't tell what kind of plane, for sure, but you could tell it was a really good sized one. "A plane has hit the wtc???? What, what's going on?" I remember one girl asking in complete disbelief. "Did they mean to do it? Did they not see the towers??" It took a few minutes to realize the very question she'd asked. I looked at her and asked "How do you miss a building that is a hundred and some odd floors tall? How do you NOT SEE a building that tall???" A guy in the room then joined our conversation. "They were trying to hit it. They meant to hit the tower!" That alone made tears come from my eyes. I was sad, but couldn't completely comprehend as to why. I was sitting there staring at the T.V. seeing what was going on, but none of it was registering. How could it? It didn't make ANY SENSE! Then as if the whole room was coached on it, a gasp and then a large handful of "Oh MY GOD"'s filled the room. I looked up in time to see the second plane plummet into the second tower. My jaw dropped and all I could think was "Oh my god. What the hell is going on?" Seconds later came the explosion from that building. As if that wasn't enough. It was obvious that there were "things" falling from the building. Some you could tell were chunks of building the others you didn't want to come to the realization that those weren't chunks of building. Those were someone's sister, brother, father, son, daughter, aunt, uncle, neighbor, cousin. The point, they were someone to someone. That wasn't enough. The horror that had been blanketed throughout the room and surely through the high school. Someone brings in the fact that a plane hit the pentagon. That was even harder to believe. "Are they related? Is it the same people? Did they mean to do it? Who is behind all this?" The same questions that everyone else had. We sat there for 45 minutes and asked the questions that (for some of the questions) even today after almost 8 months, are still being asked. I still can remember as if it were yesterday the horror, sickness, nausiated, sad, angry, confused feeling that I had that day. The coverage of the attacks seemed to get more and more graphic. The class buzzed about it until we heard the beeping of the intercom. "As I'm sure you all now know, the wtc and the pentagon have been hit by planes. We aren't sure if they're terrorist attacks or what's going on, but I'm sure we'll know soon enough. I'm pretty sure that classes for today will not be the same, as I'm sure that after something like this nothing will ever be the same. As we learn more about this tragic and devistating hit on our country, our pride, and our confidence, we must be assured that WE are safe." That didn't seem very appropriate at that time. Safe. What did that really mean? It just didn't fit in this situation. I was watching the T.V. the entire time. I almost couldn't take the sights of watching the brave men and women of NYPD and FD of NY rush in to save the people that they pledged to protect. I had to turn away, but I couldn't. The sirens of the trucks and the cars, it made such an eerie feeling. I sat there and thought about what was happening. All those people who had lost their lives. And their loved ones. I carried pictures of mine. My mom and the boyfriend that I love as much as the day is long and the sun shines bright. In the minute chances that our high school out of a billion and a half places would be hit next, I was petrified with fear. I shed a few tears when I heard the voice of before come over the intercom. "This is Mr. Barnhill again. In light of this happening, I would like everyone to take a few minutes and bow their heads and take a moment to pay respects to those have been taken." This we did with great honor. I remember going home that afternoon and waiting patiently for my mom to get home. She came through the door and all I could do was hug her and cry. She did about as much crying as I had. I couldn't believe it. I told her I love her and thus hugged her harder. I couldn't imagine losing her. You know it's really funny. You don't realize how much something means to you until one day you see those who aren't as fortunate. You start to really think about things. You watch your words to other people. You say thank you and I love you to the ones that really count. In light of all this, I hope that we as americans realize that we aren't invisible. We are humans as are the other some odd billion people on this planet. I hope we remember those who have fallen to an untimely departure and keep them and their families in our hearts. That we as americans, when put to the test, unite as one, and fall as one. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Sep. 11, 2001 - I used to work for a state-funded children's insurance program. I got into work at normal time (which was a couple of minutes late) and the office was already buzzing. I paid no attention since I worked with 80% women and there was usually always a gossip buzz about something or someone. As background chatter, I heard someone say that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. My first impression was a small single occupancy plane accidentally clipping a building. I didn't really give it a second thought until I saw a co-worker crying. I walked up to my friend David and said something like, "Anna is being a drama queen. Some moron can't fly a plane...big loss." Then David replied, "Did you not hear what just happened? It was a jumbo jet...as in American Airlines or Delta." I immediately froze. I then asked, "Where did they say it crashed?" My mind had not yet made the towers connection. "In New York you idiot! The two big towers that stand out like sore thumbs?!" I think my next reply was- "HOLY SHIT." As we started looking for someone with a radio the buzzing got louder and louder. No one knew it was an attack just yet. Minutes later my entire department was huddled in a single cubicle where someone had a miniature television set. We sat there in silence as we listened to the cookie-cutter voice explain in sketchy but horrific detail what had just occured. The image was surreal. Smoke billowed from one of the twins like a charcoal painting. My mind could not picture a huge airliner crashing into the skyscraper. How on earth could that have happened. A drunk pilot? A computer malfunction? As my head grew dizzy and I tried to find a rational explanation, the explanation came in the form of the second plane. I almost cried out. The women surrounding me took my screams and amplified them. All of a sudden, nothing was real anymore. I was at home in bed, having one of those dreams where you wake up and go to work only to wake up and realize it was all a dream. Only this time it was a nightmare. PEOPLE. That was the next thing my brain would allow me to think. There are people in those buildings. They are all dead now. Or dying. Oh my God. Oh my God. What the hell is happening. The voice on the television said "...we are under attack..." That was when I realized how much of a foolish country I lived in. I was surprised but not surprised. We thought we were untouchable. I'm not sure if that will make sense to anyone but me but it's the truth. Chaos ensued at the children's health insurance firm. Crying, phone calls to friends who worked there, worry of more attacks, but most of all questions. What? Why? Who? HOW??? Everything was in turmoil. No one felt safe. Some people left to go home. Amidst all these horrible things happening we had no idea that there was still more to come. When cowards crashed into the Pentagon a short time later I have to admit...I thought we were all gonna die in a huge nuclear explosion. With Bush as president and the given circumstances I thought for sure we were about to nuke the hell out of someone. The news about the Penn. plane came as a grim awakening to the fact that even the White House wasn't safe. All these things were overload for most people. Too much happened in too short of a time. Even now, a year later, people can recall exactly what they were doing, exactly where they were, and exactly what was said on September 11. I'm one of them. In a world where people like John Lennon, Martin Luther King, and John F Kennedy are killed for being great human beings, people should realize that there will never be world peace with so many different cultures, ideas, beliefs, and bullies. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story3247.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I woke up with a migraine headache...called into my office to tell them I would stay at home, I turned on the Today show with the sound down....laying in an otherwise dark and quite room...I was watching Katic Couric and suddenly she grabbed at the mic in her ear and they showed tower one smoking...I thought...Oh no! not another lets blow up NYC movie clip!...but her face looked different..and bit pale with alarm...her body language changed....this was my first indication of the horror...I turned up the sound and in about 10 minutes I was instantly terrified that I was alone I started calling everyone, my kids were in class...so I called my office and did play by play over the phone for them as things unfolded and the situation got worse and worse...I started praying for all the people who were in the towers, then tower one went down. At that very moment I felt so terrible my heart went through the floor and I think I cried for about a week after, I felt so very helpless, powerless and oh so angry. Not in My NYC, in My USA...this home that Black Americans like myself and so many others had to struggle and rage against just so that we could call this land our own, and the many who have died to protect freedom in this land....I cried for all of that, and then I marveled at the sacrifice and the spirit that lies just below the surface of all human beings to do whatever we can to help each other when it is needed the most. A nation of different people with different everythings...but we really are awesome beings, us Americans just below the surface... Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I am OK; really I am??? no I am not. Never in my wildest dreams I thought I would be part of the most devastating action in the US history on civilians. It was just another day, bright blue skies, and a gentle breeze in the air a beautiful September day. It was 8 am and I was having breakfast by my kitchen window, buster (my dog) as usual was crawled up on my feet waiting for me to take him out for a walk. The radio was on and as usual Ron Cuby was getting on my nerves with his extreme liberal rhetoric. But hey that?s what makes this country great, he can say all the wrong things he wants and I can say all the right things I want. Freedom and opportunities is what attracts thousands of immigrants to the shores of this country some in-dangering their life to make it across the border. I always knew somehow that I would be coming to the United States, since I was little growing up first in a small town near Rome, then in a new neighborhood in Rome whenever asked what will I do when I grow up my answer was always the same, I will be moving to the United States Of America and I will be an Architect. Dreams only in America can they became true. It was about 8:30 on September 11 and Buster and I were in the yard he was chasing a bird and I was looking up at a plane flying unusually low over the Hudson river, I could hear the roaring of the engines as if it was next to me. It reminded me of the plane that took me to New York, I was just a teenager then traveling alone to my new world, I was scared because it was my first time on a plane, It was big and loud but everyone on board was friendly and made my crossing a pleasant one. The plane took off from Rome and flew to Lisbon first and there it took on additional passengers, a nice man got on board and he sat next to me, I had my guitar with me and he said if I would play something for him, so I did, then he asked if he could play and I handed him the guitar and he played many songs till the captain announced our arrival to New York. Once in New York, my Dad (he came with my Mom one year earlier to set up a home for me and my two sisters) came to pick us up, he drove across the Triboro Bridge so we could see the New York skyline. It was beautiful the towers weren?t built then but all the others recognizable landmarks were in place. The sky was clear and the air was warm just like this September morning, it was almost 20 to 9 now and I was in my car getting on the Taconic State Parkway heading south, I was heading to East 79th street were we were working on 3 apartments for a successful Money Market manager for a leading New York firm. As I was driving I put the radio on to listen to the traffic report when I heard a report that something had just hit the world trade center, At first I dint think anything of it, I said to myself. ? It most be the anniversary of when Orson Wells was reporting aliens landing in New Jersey, so I dint pay attention to it, no way that a plane could hit the world trade center, but then as I was driving I could see that something was drastically wrong. People were pulling over to the side of the road to listen to the news; traffic started to move extremely slowly and by looking at the faces of the people inside the cars you could sense the horror in their faces. I had to make a stop to my attorney?s office that morning before I could continue to the city. When I got upstairs to his office, people were crying some upset, that?s when I was told that the second tower was hit. Then we knew that it was not an accident but this was an attack on America. I left the office and headed downtown, I was on the Bronx river parkway near the Bruckner expressway when I heard that the Pentagon was now hit. The police was closing every crossing in and out of the city, this was the first time that I realized that we were vulnerable. I was worried about my brother in law and his crew, I thought that other attacks would come so I was calling him on the cell phone to tell him to find a way to get out of the city because there were other reports of bombs in other buildings. Somehow he was able to make it out late in the morning. That day was a dark day for me, I needed to go down to ground zero and help but I could not cross into Manhattan, so I turned around and went home, there like millions of Americans I was glued to the TV hoping for good news, but mayor Rudy was talking about the possibility of tens of thousands of fatalities. In any one day the world trade center complex had 50,000 people and the timing was right for a disaster, close to 9 a.m. The networks were showing over and over the critical pictures of when the towers were hit and when the collapse happened, We were at war we were being attacked, some old timers equated this attack to pearl harbor, on that beautiful December Sunday morning. That night I could not sleep; I was watching TV till the next morning. Finally at about 6 AM I decided to try to make it into the city, but my brother in law convinced me to stay out of the city, I needed to help or at the very least show my support, so I talked to a few people and convinced them to march with me on South Broadway starting in Yonkers with flags and find our way down town, we were all set when we realized that we would need some sort of a permit to do that since we would be marching in a public street, so I went to Radford street and went to the public affairs office of the Yonkers PD and told them what we wanted to do, they were all for it but then asked us to reconsider the plan because that would mean that once we got in the Bronx The New York city police department would need to assign personnel to escort us, and at the moment New York didn?t have extra personnel to assign to the parade. So I looked at the woman sergeant and said you are right better plan this for another day. That day I was frustrated because I was listening to the news and prediction were bad and they were already talking about the loss of hundreds of fire fighters and Police officers, and they were bringing in national guards and state troopers, I knew then I had to go. The next morning, Thursday September the 13th at about 5 a.m. I made it across Broadway between the Bronx and Manhattan, I drove down the west side till I got to 23rd street and then went on an inside street and made my way down town till I got to 14th street were I encountered a road block, a state trooper asked me for my ID and wanted to know why I was trying to go down to ground zero. I told him that I worked in construction and I was an architect and I am sure they can use me at ground zero. At first he was reluctant to let me by, but then he said, ?Son go in and be careful when you get down there, things are not settled yet. At that moment I felt such a joy to be able to drive thru, I drove to within a few blocks to ground zero and parked the car, then I walked with my construction helmet on and new gloves in my back pocket down west street were the road was lined with hundreds of people yelling ?God bless you ? ?Thank You?, I didn?t know what that meant till I saw fire fighters and police officers coming out of ground zero full of white dust, I walked past the cheering crowds with my head held high and went into ground zero, with all the people there and construction equipment moving around, it was unusually quite, people talked in a low voice, no doubt that if someone was trapped and could scream you could hear the cry for help, the remains of the towers was only a few story high, where did it all go, 2 towers each 110 floors, where did they go? If the concrete and furniture pulverized what happened to the people that were trapped inside? I could not make out the remaining pieces of the buildings, it took a while before I could get my bearing, it felt as if I was in the middle of a bombed city during World War II in Europe. Oh my God, I was never in a war zone is this what it looks like!!! Smoke was still coming from the rubble, fire fighters were spraying the area with water and construction crews were all along the perimeter of the collapsed buildings removing debris. There was a group of volunteers pinning American flags on people?s backs, They put one on me and I went in and joined a crew of iron workers clearing rubble from a shaft that went down to the garage levels, The shaft was about 30 feet high, so we put ladders from the top down to a concrete beam and then another ladder from that beam to the floor below, It was dark and there were reinforcing rods all over making it impossible to get thru, when all of a sudden a young iron worker and his Dad came down with a torch and cut the steel out of the way, after about 30 minutes we had a safe avenue to follow, when we got to the parking level below we were walking in about 1?-0? of water, we made our way to an area were I thing there were shops but I wasn?t sure, we heard voices, and then saw some flash lights shinning, in my group I had about 10 guys and we were exited that we had found people alive, we started to scream and call ?anyone there??, is anyone there?, and then we would hear ?HELLO?, we could not go too fast because there were chunks of concrete all over the place and parts of the floor above in many areas was down, when we came face to face to the people we thought we were rescuing, turned out to be fire fighters that made their way thoughts us from the other side. We looked at each other at first with joy then confusion then disappointment, we didn?t know whether to be happy or sad, We had not found anyone; we looked at each other and we all new we were disappointed. The firefighters told us that they had checked that area and there was no one there, to go back the other way. We crawled thru another shaft and it was time for us to come out for a while, up above everyone was busy moving rubble in a bucket chain, It was 9 am by now and we were sitting next to the collapsed bridge that crossed west street, we were tired, medical personnel was going around checking everyone?s eyes and washing out the dust from the concrete from the eyes, part of the bridge girder crushed a few fire trucks, Police cars and some private cars, in particular a pick up truck the cab was crushed were the entire thickness was now only about 18 inches, no one new if there was someone inside yet, till they brought a police dog and it turned out that no one was in the car. We all smiled and started to give each other high fives, till one guy said ?they?re pulling someone out? a body was found deep in the ruble and was in a bag draped with an American flag. As the fireman walked by me I could smell death, I know what death smells like, a few minutes later another body was pulled out, the same smell. As the bodies passed past workers everyone would stop and put the right hand on their hearth, some would say a prayer some would just weep, young and old, across from me there was this big man with tattoos all over his body with a red banner on his forehead, white beard longish hair in a pony tail, tears coming down his dirty face, you could see his lips tremble and his fist clutched. An old timer (fireman) which looked just like the fireman next to President Bush when he made his famous remarks, ?we hear you? was on top of the bridge and asked for a handful of guys to start removing rubble from that area to make it easier for the iron workers to cut up the steel in pieces, how ever he said dogs have detected bodies buried here so be careful. Everyone was working hard no one wanted to find a death person we all had hopes, maybe I will find someone still alive. Maybe I will be able to save someone. An area was already cleared and no bodies were found, it was late afternoon by now but you could not tell because there was so much dust in the air that the sun could not get thru. Iron workers started to cut peaces of big thick girders that were bent like a pretzel, My god the force that most have took to bend that still, how can anyone survive that? Where I was working I could smell death, the same smell from the earlier bodies that were pulled out, that was the same smell of my father when he died. That was just a few years ago, he had a tumor in his stomach that was pushing against the main artery down to his right leg, he was admitted in San Cammillo hospital in Rome, he had to be taken there from the hospital in a small town about one hour away from Rome, My cousin was the ambulance driver and on the way to Rome the ambulance broke down, and had to wait for a tow truck to take them to the hospital in Rome. The health care in Italy is at the same level of a third world country, I cant understand how we can have some of the best medical schools in the world and yet the worse medical care. My dad was hospitalized in Rome for about 9 months, that was during operation desert storm, at that time everyone was afraid to fly but I took advantage of the cheap fares and every two weeks I would get on a plane and go see him for the weekend. He was in a big room with about 20 other people, he would smile when he saw me walk in and turn to his friends next to him and say ? that?s my son he comes from New York every two weeks to see me? he was proud of me then he would complain to me about the nurses but would beg me not to say anything to them because they would take it out on him when no one was around, He was my dad and I never saw him afraid, he wasn?t afraid of the tumor but he was afraid of the nurses? My God! when I was there many times I would stay overnight with him I would sleep on a beach chair next to his bed, we would talk and from time to time I would clean a wound on his back that would not heal. It was a hole about the size of a half dollar, everyday getting a little bit bigger. that?s were an experimental pacemaker was placed to help blood flow down to his leg, and for 10 years it had worked, but now it wasn?t helping anymore so the doctors decided to take it out but the wound would not heal, if that wound would not be cleaned daily you could smell the foul of death. Finally in July the doctors told us that they had to cut the leg from the knee down, after talking to my sisters and mother we decided that if we wanted to keep him around a bit longer we had to give the doctors permission to cut. At noon Saturday in July the operation began and by night fall I was able to see my dad, his leg was bandaged, I stayed with him thru the night and from time to time put a wet cotton on his lips, he would open his eyes look at me and his lips would tremble and tears flow down his wrinkled face. Just like the ironworker at ground zero. The next day he would complain that his foot hurts, the foot that was no longer attached to him. Oh God please help my Dad, there were times I could no longer hold it in so I would go outside in the court yard and weep like a baby, I didn?t want to see him suffer. Back at ground zero we would work hard to search for what we now knew would only be body parts, I wasn?t ready for what was coming next, I wasn?t ready. No one was ready, From the smell I knew that just a few inches under that mess there were bodies, we started to dig faster and faster till I pulled out a foot, a men?s foot, the right foot of an older man, it could have been my Dad?s foot, I pulled the foot out and held it close to me, the fireman shout out, ?don?t look at it, put it in that bag, don?t look at it.? I couldn?t put in the bag, not yet, I said a prayer, I took the flag that was pinned on my back and wrapped around the food, I could see the bone and the muscle, I could see someone trying to run away from that devastation, he had almost made it, he was almost out, he almost lived. I can only imagine what that man went thru, running across the bridge from the world trade center to the financial side, running and screaming, other people must have been with him, as he ran and looked back he most have seen the tower come down, he must have seen the floors of the worlds tallest structure come down on top of him, he was only a few feet away from the end of the bridge, only a few more feet, Dear God help me, just a few more feet, and then the walls of the bridge must have closed on top of him with such force that the parts we were finding were clean cut. Did he suffer, or did God take him away before the steel crushed him. Almost 3,000 souls were taken that day, they all became Gods angels, looking down on us and guiding us thru these difficult times. My Dad pasted away on valentines day, he is my guardian Angel, I was there when god said to him ? it?s time?, it was one of the many weekends that I spent with him, this time it was different, he wasn?t waking up, he was in a coma, he was home with us because the doctors said that there was nothing also they could do for him and it was only matter of time, so it would be better if he was at home. The room smelled of death, no matter how many times you cleaned the wound you could see the inside, his body was rotting but his hearth didn?t want to give up he wanted to live, just like that man running away from the falling building, I dint know if he knew that we were there, but when I put my finger in his hand I could feel him holding it, maybe it was my hope, I don?t know but I could feel his grip. My sister would feed him chicken broth he would swallow but he would not open his eyes. Finally that evening at around 9 pm he was breading heavy, my sister called me and said that this was it, it was time, she knew that when he started breathing like that with a deep sound as if he was gasping for air, it was time. And just a few minutes past midnight with me holding him he took his last breath, I held him close to my hearth, just like I held that foot close to my hearth, that foot was someone?s son. Someone?s brother, someone?s dad, he could have been my Dad. I could not let it go just as I could not let go of my dad, I held them both, Oh God please help me, don?t make them die, God grant me this wish. Then the fireman held me and took the foot draped in the flag and we put it in a bag and took him away. My Dad was in my arms when my sister gently said ?Enzo its time, we got to get Dad ready? say good-bye, its time. In my town we didn?t have a funeral homes, so it was our responsibility to get the body ready for the funeral. We called for a casket, and my sister and I dressed my dad in his best suit, crisp white shirt, and beautiful red tie, We were careful we dint want to wake him, we didn?t want him to suffer anymore, I had to make his tie for him. I put it around my neck and smiled and made a beautiful knot, Then I put it around his neck and adjusted it, I was scheduled to fly home the day my Dad died, so I didn?t need the thicket anymore, so I put it in my Dad?s coat pocket, that was his thicket to heaven. His eyes and mouth were partially open and I dint know what to do, so I took some clear tape and taped his eyes closed and took a hank chief and rapped around his face to keep his mouth closed. The casket arrived and we put it next to the bed, gently we placed my dad in the casket just like that foot was placed in the bag, we put his shoes on his foot and the other shoe next to his body, and we waited for dawn, at about 7 am I took the masking tape away from his eyes and hank chief off his face and got him ready for the funeral. A few minutes later we were told to clear the area because an ironworker was trying to cut a beam. And as I was been helped down from the bridge, someone lost his footing and pulled me down, I fell about 8 to 10 feet down to the roadway below, I felt a sharp pain on my head and shoulder, I was gently removed from there and brought to a make shift triage where I was stabilized and then transported to Saint Vincent hospital for x-ray. At about 4 am I was released to my family and was asked to arrange for an operation on my shoulder to repair the damage in a hospital near me. Americans became united in the hunt of those responsible in this terrible act, on the news there were reports that the Italian prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi had said that Italy would not join the coalition that president Bush was putting together to fight the terrorists in Afghanistan, I was ashamed and mad at the same time that my mother land was not helping my adopted land, I tried to call the Embassy here in New York but could not get trough, so I decided to take my American flag and my Italian flag and go down in person, to show them my displeasure. When I got there I double parked my car and walked in the building with the American flag draped around me and the Italian flag in my left hand, and returned my Italian flag, my right arm was in a sling and the physical pain at that moment was gone but my hearth was in agony, I could not believe that my native land was not supporting us, I didn?t want to give up my flag. The people at the embassy tried to calm me down and explained that what was being reported was not true, Italy in fact was helping us in the fight against the terrorists, in the lobby of the embassy reporters had gathered to see what was going on and asked me questions about how I was injured, after a while I asked for my flag back and went home. The next morning I got a call from my Mom in Italy upset thinking that something horrible had happened to me, it seems that I had made the front page of the local Italian paper explaining what had happened to me and what I had done at the embassy. I am OK; really I am? no I am not. Enzo Ardovini Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story10688.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I was in school at Northwest School of the Arts in Charlotte, NC. I was in the second period of the day when we heard people yelling things down the halls. We turned on our televisions and watched the news. We then had class change and continued watching it. Next thing I know we are going to the Librabry to watch it as a whole. Then I get a slip saying my mother was there to pick me and my brother up fopr the day. I later found out that th reason she pulled us out of school so early in the day because the Nation's Bank building was being threatened for the next target of the day. My school is about ten minutes away from it. We stayed home and watched the news for the rest of the day and listened to it all the way home. The next day my mother was hesitant about letting us go back to school, because there were still threats against The Nation's Bank building. I will remember that day forever. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story4683.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I found out about 9/11/01 while I was in school. I had just gone into my 7th grade Social Studies class and taken my seat, when the kid next to me said,"Guess what?" Now I was very tired so I moaned,"What?" He said,"An airplane just flew into the Pentagon." The kid next to me is known for joking so I said,"Are you serious because that is nothing to joke around about at all." He nodded his head yes and said,"The World Trade Center Towers too." I looked at him in shock and disbelief, with my mouth open wide, and I thought to myself over and over again,"Oh my God." I felt like my heart now had an empty space in it just like the New York City Skyline. When my Social Studies teacher came in the room, his telephone rang. It was his son who lives in New York City, a few blocks away from the Twin Towers. He was o.k, but in shock. When I got home from school that day, I gave my mom a hug and turned on the t.v. to watch the news, and there it was. All over the nation, people were turning to watch our country being slapped in the face. My life has changed a little because of 9/11/01. It has changed in strange way because in August my parent's were thinking about taking my sister and I to New York City to see the Twin Towers before school started up again. They had decided not to go because they had to go to work the next day and would've been to tired, and now a month later the Towers were destroyed so now we will never beable to see them in real life. Also, whenever I see them on t.v. or in the movies, I get an eerie feeling all over me because they are so big and magical. That is how 9/11/01 has effected my life. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story8554.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: As I poured my morning coffee, a voice said on Tv that another plane was expected to hit the towers . My mouth flew open wide as I ran to be glued to the numbing scenes for the rest of the day and on for weeks. Now the guestions one by one untill so many I am reluctant to count have poped in to my head. Such as who that was filming and if he knew why others didn't . Why was war plane or missles not protecting that place with so many people. Would the next plane have chemical componants. Why were buses school or other and taxes not evacuating ? The list goes on and on.! I AM SO DISHEARTED, (and felt so unsafe),that the country that my ancesters have fought to protect.... (including my dad; Willie Daniel Horton, 153 liaision,8 & 9th inf. ETO campain 7 major battles , Buldge ,RIneland and others; air force),Could not intercept at least this oncoming plane with or air forces or missles! And the plane with the brave heros on who gave there life tring to protect as many people as they could were so lucky in my heart as a patriot, because see they didn't have to just watch as our safty was attacted! These are my thoughts and have no baring on any thing or any one . Joyce Horton Broadhead. 5/19/2004 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story10614.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Where was I on that brilliant Tuesday morning? At work, in the basement of the Arkansas State Capitol, wishing I had a skylight to enjoy the spotless sky. I was discussing some fine point of computer trivia with my co-worker when another colleague dashed breathlessly into our cubbyhole. "Where's the TV?" she asked. "Someone just told me that somebody flew an airplane into the Twin Towers in New York!" Oh, no, I thought- not them! Maybe it was an accident- some clown trying to 'split the uprights' like you could in Microsoft Flight Simulator... A scramble to locate the TV ensued, and as word spread, our network bogged down from everyone trying to watch streaming video. We had to send an email to everyone to tell them to knock it off, because no one could do anything. That didn't matter, because in a few minutes, no one was doing anything. We'd found the TV and hooked it up, and slowly our back office filled up with silent people watching the horrible events unfolding on the screen. It was very clear that what had hit Tower One was no straying Cessina. We turned it on moments before the second plane hit, and there was a collective gasp from the group gathered around the TV. We stood there and watched the towers fall, and there were few dry eyes in the room. All those people. And at the Pentagon...what was going on? I tore myself away from the TV to call round and find out what everyone else was doing. Tales and rumours were already starting. They were evacuating the TCBY tower (they weren't). They were closing the airports. They were closing the Federal buildings (they did). People were inspecting the bridges for bombs. Opportunistic vultures were jacking up the gas prices. (The State Attorney General later nailed these people.) The Governor's staff wheeled a large-screen TV into the main conference room. Another silent group of people watched the scenes there. A strange silence engulfed the usually vibrant Capitol. My friend called me from her office on the 21st floor of the 40-story TCBY Tower, and told me about the line of inbound airplanes landing at our airport. She counted 25. She told me that she was keeping a careful eye for any 'strays'. I joked with her that we were a poor state, and probably didn't rate a big airplane ramming into our building- but maybe someone with a large kite, or maybe a hang glider. It was the last laugh we shared for a while. Meanwhile, the Lieutenant Governor had seen enough, and sent us all home. (The Gov. was out of state.) We went reluctantly- many of us were flashing email back and forth with friends on the East Coast: "Are you OK?" "Is DC still standing?" "Didn't such-and-so work in the WTC?" I had an online acquaintence who did work there, and the members of our little messageboard were frantic over her. She finally checked in- she'd overslept and missed her usual train out to work. All her colleagues managed to escape unhurt. My colleagues and I stayed later than the rest of the staff, because we had to clean out a conference room for it to be remodeled. But soon, the Governor's staff and our Capitol police politely, but firmly tossed us out, and we wandered home. It was strange to see a crystal clear sky devoid of the usual contrails. We're in 'flyover' country, and on clear days, one can see dozens of contrails and passing aircraft. Not that afternoon. There was a hush that day- even the traffic was subdued. I finally wandered home, contemplating the magnitude of what I'd seen. They were gone- those two cheeky towers which had stuck out like giant thumbs over the Manhattan skyline. I'd only seen them a couple of times- once from mid town Manhattan, and once poking out from a cloud bank as my flight descended into Newark. Even with a year between me and that awful day, the clarity of the whole thing still startles me, as does the depth of my grief for the loss of the Twin Towers and all those people. As a geeky teen, I'd avidly followed their construction. And with the rest of the country, I watched them fall. It left a 16-acre hole in my soul... Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story7986.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: 11 september 2002. in ab psych, the professor lectured about a patient of his- we'll call her "Jane"- who would scream out obscenities for no reason. or, rather, for some strange reason he just couldn't discern. my coffee (grande vanilla skim latte, thank you very much) grew cold as we laughed at his stupid jokes, too tired to be picky. we learned that you have to understand a patient's worldview in order to understand the person. that medication is evil. class let out early; i walked home. when i stopped at the Rite Aid for shampoo, the store was eerily quiet. i hummed along with the 80s easy listening on the radio. bought a copy of Entertainment Weekly on a whim. the woman at the register gave me a dirty look as i swiped my debit card. the homeless guy on the corner shouted "you so white, you so white you better wear sunscreen or you gonna burn" at me. as if i didn't know, as if i had never gotten a sunburn underneath a white shirt before. E was home when i got there, half-dressed and getting ready for class. a Pop Tart in his right hand. we joked a bit, laughed at his imitation of G, the ab psych prof, and "phenomenologically." the phone rang. i answered; E went to brush his teeth. * "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." * we listened to the news on the radio. internet news sites were slow to load; the television didn't have any reception. the broadcasters sounded broken and world-weary. scared. this just in, this just in, this just in. imagining the images in our heads. running out into the street when we heard a plane fly overhead; the woman across the street, broom in hand, meeting us on the double yellow line. huddled in the middle of the street. * there are mornings when the air is too heavy to breathe. * E was on the phone with his mother; i couldn't sit still. my fingers fluttered, trembled, and i paced the apartment for over an hour. E and i would cross paths in the living room. his mother was crying. his brother was in boot camp, and she was crying and afraid. E cried, too, and my nails cut into my palms. * at my mother's wedding that saturday, my uncle would tell us about waiting for the ambulances that never came. working at a hospital in the Bronx, put on alert, and then there was nothing. the moment when you realize what that means. there is always a moment. * i try not to cry. * my mother stopped at my house on her way home from work, and i climbed in her car with a bag and my teddy bear. five again, and "i want my mommy." we sat on her old soft couch, wrapped in blankets, and watched CNN. CNBC. NBC. CBS. ABC. a litany of letters, of dust-covered men and women, of words. flipping, though, always flipping, flipping, flipping. my (soon-to-be, then) step-father on the phone, trying to reach his daughters in NYC. busy signals. hot cocoa and hugs, crying, scared. not sure which was worse: knowing or not. * E took his rosary from the wall and prayed; i joked (half-heartedly) that i was a wedding/funeral Catholic who was willing to make exceptions for important causes. * my mother stood in the doorway. * i didn't cry. i didn't cry. i didn't cry. * one by one, people called in. "i'm okay, you're okay, but." roll call. "present, present, absent. Bueller?" * my mother's wedding, and there were empty places at some of the tables. and we tried not to stare. in church, for the first time since my grandmother's funeral, and i watched the crucifix for some sort of sign that things would be okay. my sisters leaned over to ask, "what do we do now? kneel or stand?" and i was tempted to say "just breathe, okay? that's all there is." but we danced at the reception, all the women and girls singing along, full-voice, to "I Will Survive." the men and boys joining in halfway through. drinking. dancing, dancing, dancing until we were dizzy with it. i woke up on sunday tangled in my blankets and unable to breathe. * my nephew was sent home from school for flying a toy airplane into a building made of red and green blocks. * in Israeli Studies, the professor told us we should have been prepared. "in Israel," he boasted, "we're always ready for tragedy. we see a bag on the street, and we don't pick it up. we call the police. Americans are too complacent." but we mourned together, that afternoon sitting on our desktops, and we said "yes, yes we weren't ready for this. yes. but that doesn't make it any less of a tragedy, doesn't make it hurt any less." and the prof nodded, "yes. exactly." * when i wake up to the air crushing my chest, when i curl up on the bed and wrap myself around my pillow. the CD player on loud. i try to remember. i try to forget. today, i cry. tomorrow. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story11138.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: SEPT.11 IS A DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET. WHEN I HEARD THE NEWS OF WHAT HAD HAPPEN I FELT AS IF OUR NATION HAD BEEN BLOWN APART. I FELT SADNESS AND HATERED AT THE SAME TIME.SADNESS FOR ALL THAT WERE LOST TO THIS SENSELESS ACT OF TERRORISM AND HATERED FOR THE MAN THAT DID THIS.I COLUD NOT BELIEVE THAT THIS WAS HAPPENING. I WAS NUMB AND FELT SO LOST.I FELT AS IF EVERYTHING THAT OUR FORFATHERS HAD FOUGHT AND DIED FOR WAS BEING TAKING AWAY. THEN I LISTEN TO OUR PRESIDENT SPEAK AND HE TOLD US THAT WE MUST ALL UNITE AND BE AS ONE.THE ONE THING THAT CAN NO ONE CAN TAKE FROM US IS OUR AMERICAN PRIDE. WE ARE ONE AS A NATION AND FREEDOM CAN NOT BE CAN NOT BE TAKE AWAY. AS THE DAYS PASSED THE NEW FOUND SPIRIT IN THIS OUR GREAT NATION BECAME STONGER. AND OUR COUNTRY BEAGN TO REBUILD.I SEEN PEOPLE NO MATTER WHAT RACE CREED OR COLOR UNITE AS ONE.THE TOWERS MAYBE NOT HERE ANY MORE BUT THE PRIDE AND LOVE OF THIS GREAT NATION WILL ALWAYS SURVIVE. A YEAR HAS PAST SINCE THIS TRADGERIC EVENT AND THE PAIN IS EASIER BUT I WILL NEVER FOGET 9-11.THE MEMORY WILL BE FOREVER BURNED IN MY MIND. TODAY AS A NATION WE ARE STONGER. TO DAY WE ARE PROUDER THAN EVER TO BE AMERICANS. AND NO ONE WILL EVER TAKE THAT FROM US. IN CLOSING I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT ALL THE VICTIMS OF THIS TRADGERIC EVENT WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY PRAYERS. THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. GOD BLESS THEM ONE AND ALL.AND FINALLY I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT IAM PROUD TO BE AMERICAN AND TO LIVE IN LAND THATS FREE. GOD BLESS AMERICA. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story4777.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: Dear Friends and Family, I have gotten e-mails from all over the country and the world asking me how we are. By now I have responded and let everyone know that we are all fine, and so far, everyone close to us is fine, too. I thought I would write a brief description of what life is like from this small corner of NYC. It is not intended to be an overview, just a snapshot from our vantage point. Tuesday, September 11th, started out as Primary Day here in NYC. Craig and I were out in the car at 5:45am to check a specific list of polling places in East Harlem to make sure that there were no irregularities as the polls opened in those districts. I dropped Craig off at Campaign HQ at around 8:50. I heard that a plane had struck the WTC and when I got home a few minutes later, I got Leona out of bed and we sat, like the rest of the world and watched an unbelievable horror unfold. Our neighborhood is home to 7 hospitals, including Bellevue, which is the top Trauma Center in Manhattan, NYU, where the Chief Medical Examiners Office is, as well as 5 other medical centers. We also have the police academy near by. The sounds of sirens and military aircraft flying over head were nonstop the first 24 hours. There were literally thousands of people walking north from lower Manhattan, for hours after the attack. There were so many people walking that they had to walk in the streets because there was not enough room on the sidewalks for everyone. Once people knew that they could walk over the bridges to Brooklyn and Queens from Manhattan, they began a very long walk towards home and Manhattan got very quiet, except for the sounds of sirens and jets flying over head. Yesterday the city was eerily quiet. Because we live 4 blocks north of 14th street (no one is allowed to go below 14th street unless they have ID that proves that they live there) there is basically no traffic (by NYC definition) on the streets. There are police, national guard personnel and State Troopers at the barricades at 14th street checking everyone's ID's. Craig and I went for a walk yesterday afternoon. The winds had changed from the West to the North so the acrid smoke from the electrical fires began to fill the air of our neighborhood. There is a small private (gated) park in our neighborhood called Gramercy Park. It is usually locked and only residents that live adjacent to it can go in. For the past two days the park has been left open. We went and sat there for a while. It was peaceful. Children playing, couples walking. Artists sketching. New Yorkers are usually in a hurry and NEVER make eye contact. People are strolling around, greeting each other quietly. The usual pulse of Manhattan is still. The city (north of 14th street) is getting back to the daily routine of business. Schools will open, subways are running, as are the trains. Tunnels and bridges above 14th street are open. The grocery stores were out of bread and milk. I am assuming that deliveries will resume today and shelves will be restocked. On the news today it said that the Mayor has ordered 17,000 body bags. Although no one we know has come up missing so far, there was a report on the radio that 900 employees from The State Attorney's Office are missing. We are sure that we will know a fair number of them. The City moved quickly to protect the Arab/Muslim communities in Brooklyn. There is a visible police presence there for protection. That gives you a sense of what it is like here. I will try to write again in a day or so. We send our love to all. Keep safe. Love, Annie (Helen) ps: feel free to pass this along to others. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story11.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Civil Liberties/Discrimination Missing Persons Personal connection to someone at site Politics and politicians Television Coverage NY:3 Sep 11- Sep 21, 2001 Notes Notes about this item. move to email Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I had just finished the 8;30am mass in my parish of St. Henry Bayonne, when our maintenance man Sal came in to tell us that a plane crashed into the WTC. Thinking it might have been a small plane I remarked that it was a clear sunny day out and wondering how that could have happened. Going over to the rectory, I turned on the TV and saw that it seemed to be much more than what I thought. The pastor then came in from outside and said he just heard an explosion. Turns out this was the second plane hitting the trade center, Bayonne is about a mile or so away. So we all watch the TV... stunned. I went over to church to pray ,and then came back to look at the tv again. . Around the time the south tower collapsed, I remarked how amazed I was that the towers were still standing since they had been hit so severely and with that we watched the south tower collapse. Around 11am there was a call for all the priests in town to go to Bayonne Hospital which was being set up as a triage, to recieve people from the trade center. So grabbing my holy oils myself and 3 other priests headed down to the hospital where we ministered to several people who had been brought in by ambulance. We were there the whole day until 5pm when I and another priest went town to the Military Ocean Terminal where we ministered to about 200 people who were brought in from lower Manhattan by boat. I prayed with and consoled and listened to the stories of so many, until around 11pm, when they turned the lights out so people could sleep. The next morning I woke up feeling like I had been drugged. I noticed the smoke from the fire had drifted over the city. For the next several weeks we could see the smoke from the site rising up into the sky. On Sept 16th my church hosted an interfaith service ,that was packed to the doors ,and even had people standing outside. I also noticed that the masses were very crowded that weekend after 9/11. In the weeks following we had several memorial masses and funeral masses, for those who had died. Now three years later ,as I prepare to participate in a memorial service, Bayonne remembers....2004, I realize the pain and sorrow of that day still remain in my mind and heart. But as a believer I trust in GodS powerful presence whose love can heal, and I continue to pray for all who experienced the events of 9-11. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story10826.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: The morning of September 11 my husband and I walked around our yard and looked at the progress of our garden before going to work. I was five months pregnant with our daughter Emma Kalisti. Kyle's boss came to pick him up for their annual tradeshow in Denver, so I was taking his car to work. When I got in his car he had a tape in the tape player that I did not care for, so I popped it out of the player and started to scan over the stations. I stopped on one country station and heard them say that the second tower at the World Trade Center had just fallen and a fourth plane in PA had just crashed. I thought it was a spoof, insulted, I changed the radio station. I decieded that I would listen to NPR since they have great news in the morning. I was listening to NPR's coverage of the events unfolding when a car started honking it's horn. It was my step-daughter with her mom's boyfriend on the way to school. I unrolled my window and looked at him and asked him if he had heard the news this morning. He replied that he had. I then asked him if it was real. He said he thought so, and the traffic light then turned green. I got into work that morning and my boss ran to get a T.V. to put into our rental leasing office. We spent the whole day sitting statue like watching the coverage as it splayed across every station. I spent the whole day with my arms over my stomach with the subconsious thought that this little protection would protect her from terrorist actions. She spent the whole day kicking my ribs and turning somersaults. That evening my Kyle and I decided to go out to eat since neither of us were feeling up to cooking. On our way across Fort Collins we noticed large lines at the gas stations. The first gas station we passed we thought it was a bit odd, but by the tenth or eleventh we were sure something was going on. Gas prices were rising as we drove. When we reached the resturaunt people were walking around like zombies. We heard one father trying to explain what had happened to his young daughter. It was heart-wrenching to hear him try to explain that people did not like America, not a specific person, and that she was not in jeopardy. I did not sleep well that night, or for the next couple of months. I had nightmares about being killed before my daughter was born. I had fears about biological weapons like small pox coming here before she was born and having to make the decision to kill her to save myself. A year later with a healthy 7 1/2 month old I am now only afraid of what our country is doing to others. The events of September 11 were not provoked by the victims, but our actions as a country have not always been peaceful. I can only hope that the world that my daughter is raised in can be one of peace and understanding. I can only hope that the leaders of cults and countries can learn to understand that the people that they kill are generally civilians, not soliders. My wish is that she will never sit glued to her television or computer with a new life stirring in her belly as she watches thousands of people perish becuase of ignorance and inhumanity. May there be peace. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: On September 11, I was actually asleep when my roommate who is now my sister in law ran out of her bedroom yelling to me that something bad happened in New York. Considering that I was half awake and half asleep I said out loud "What!". All my friends and most of my family here in Washington know that I am originally from New York State. I sat up on the couch as she turned the TV on and we all sat there and watched the horrific scenes on the television. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach because the rest of my family only lives 200 miles away from NYC. I asked her if I could use her cell phone to call my mother. She agreed and I did with no luck. For some reason my connection to my mother never happened. I then told my roommate that I would try to call my mother when I got to work. I do security for a living and as I arrived to work for my shift I was informed by both the Supervisor and Account Manager that we were in high security alert for the company that we did security for. We were also to show concern and compassion for those around us during this time of sorrow and anger. Our reason for being on high security alert were because of bomb threats to the company that we do security for which is known nationwide. Then everyone on my shift received little red hearts with red,white and blue ribbons on them to honor those in New York. I then was able to telephone my mother to make sure she was ok. She said yes she was and I was relieved to hear that. I told her I was ok too and would call her later that week and talk to her some more. As time went on, I remembered hearing about the security personnel that lost their lives in the WTC and thinking I am here doing this job for a reason. My prayers and sympathy goes to all the families all over that lost loved ones no matter what their purpose was for being there that day. Not a day goes by when I dont think about what happened on September 11th. I even travelled back home nine months after the attacks by plane knowing that something could happen. I wasnt scared and I wasnt going to let someone make me scared. I am proud to be an American. God Bless the USA!!!! Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: I watched on A Computer screen, the image a a plane sticking out of the tower. My heart drop when the second plane hit. When the Towers crumbled to the ground, so did my world. Two days later, my company (an Environmental firm) was on site working with the debris clean up and monitoring. So i witnessed first hand the destruction that was there. I was upset by the site of the rubble, yet at the same time Prouder then ever to be an American and a New Yorker. To see the city that everyone considers to be rude and mean come together in a time of crisis. Even to this day when i see TV footage of the day it brings tears to my eyes...knowing that all those lives were lost. My heart goes out to all the families and friends of people who lost someone on that day. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story7605.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. story Created by Author Whether the author created this item. yes Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. no Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-09-16 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 157.182.180.80 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: On September 11 I was in gym at school and when I heard the sad news, I was sad all and even the next day. but I could get any sleep because I was thinking of how many people died and how many are injured badly. I feel sad because of the towers fell down on the people and 3000 died. Including the policemen and firefighters deid. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story3340.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. story Created by Author Whether the author created this item. yes Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. no Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-09-11 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 166.113.5.5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: How do you really tell a story that is so unreal,even after one year. I was on my terrace, let me first say my terrace face the world trade center. I'm on the water side to try and get a better picture. I seen the whole nightmare unfold. I thought I was having a bad reaction to my medication. I have health problems. My husband call to me sure I was safe, It was at that point I knew it was so real. My next thought when to my four children. I have a grown son who at time work at century 21 a few blocks away. I have a uncle and cousin who worked in the centers as well. A cousin who is a sister more than a cousin. I loss my uncle and my cousin, that cousin is father and son. So I have been closely hit. I still cannot seem to explain this whole situation to my 13 year old baby. She jumps every time she hears a plane over our building. We have been here for 24 years and know one has ever been afraid til now. What hurts me that most is why should a child my, yours, or who ever, should live in fear. A fear that will creep up on our children and we as parents feel so helpless. I have been a mother for 27 years and until now has never felt so helpness in my life. Thank you for this opportunity. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story6498.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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