522 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: so there I was, at work, ready to face another day of excitement, when I received a call from my wife Linda, who was also at work, not far from my own office, and she says have you heard the news? I asked, what news? and she explains that an airplane just hit the World Trade Center tower and they think it was an accident. my immediate reaction was disbelief, but not long after her call I heard on the radio that a second plane had crashed into the towers. I immediately informed my co-workers and the office went into a state of turmoil. we turned on the tv and were glued to the pictures being shown. we were all horrified at what we were seeing. most of us were in shock. I, for one, could not believe that anyone would have the audacity to attack the greatest country in the world. born and raised in New York, I began to cry at the destruction of the towers and the many lives lost by this incredibly barbaric act! while feeling sad, I also was outraged! I wanted to get revenge for those who lost their lives! it took awhile for our office to regain its composure, but the remainder of the day, and days and months to follow, have not been the same, and will never be the same, as they were before September 11, 2001. I too, felt like grabbing the first mid-eastern looking person I saw and taking revenge, even though my heritage is of mid-eastern persuasion, but I stepped back and reminded myself that it wasn't the fault of all persons of mid-east background, but a few bad apples that were persuaded, or persuaded themselves, that killing Americans, with no value on their own lives, was the right thing to do. who knows, maybe they were high on drugs!? anyhow, I do believe that the tragedy of September 11, 2001 has brought us closer together as American brothers and sisters, as never before in the history of our country, and for that we should be grateful to the murderers of the countless numbers of those who lost their lives on 9/11/01. do I still get choked up when I think about what happened? your damn right I do! I served my country in the armed forces with pride and if anyone in this country is not proud of the United States and all that it stands for, they should leave RIGHT NOW! 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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 had spent the night at my then boyfriend's house out in Queens. I, myself, live in Grammercy Park (about 10 blocks north of where they set up the intial perimter to keep people out of downtown and just a couple of blocks from locations that became the intial unused triage center, the morgue and the family center). I had an 8am dentist appointment, but slept through the alarm clock, waking up sometime around 9am. Normally, he always slept with the television on, but we hadn't had it on that night for some reason, and I went out to get us coffee without knowing what was going on. When I walked out of his house, it felt like the most beautiful day in the history of the world. I was stunned by the weather, and intended to write about it in my online journal as soon as I got to the office. Reaching his corner, I looked to my right, where there was a perfect view of lower Manhattan. All I could see was a huge black cloud over the island. It didn't occur to me that anything was wrong, as I've seen storm clouds like that on crystal blue days before, and when I was taking my flying lessons (single engine Cesna, generally a 172) I had a nasty run in with just such a weather system. I remember thinking, "wow, I'm really glad I'm not flying today." I may have even said it out loud. Halfway up the next block, the pager on my cellphone goes crazy, telling me I have messages, but when I try to check them, I can't get through, and I merely presume Sprint as sent a broadcast message to the system that's tying everything up. I go into a local bakery, get coffees, and wander back out, when the text pager on my cellphone goes off. Message from mish: turn on your TV RIGHT NOW Message from tsarina: are you okay? Those were the first two of about 8, which by the end of the day reached over 30. I still didn't know what was up, but being the age I am, my first thought was "I wonder if we're having a nuclear war." I walked quickly back to the house. If we were all about to die, I was not going to spend my last four minutes on earth looking like a complete moron. I went into the bedroom, fumble around his room for the remote control and turn on the TV, while repeating over and over "something's wrong" which slowly managed to wake up the boyfriend. At the point I turn on the TV, one of the towers has already fallen, but whatever news channel I had on, hadn't figured this out yet, and neither had we. They showed the hole in one of the towers, the outline of the jet visible. The boyfriend asks if that's a Cesna, the same question those on TV are asking, but there's no way, no way at all and I suddenly feel frustrated and panicky being able to see this obvious thing, and feeling connected to something I'm not connected to, just because I know a little bit about planes, just because I had worked in those buildings at various points in my career. I remember then that the night before he and I had been having a "where were you when" conversation, and I told him how during the WTC bombing in 1993 I was in college in Washington DC, online in a chat room, and someone said "the WTC has just been blown up." I had thought they were joking and asked "did it fall over" and when I was told "no" declared I hadn't been interested, until my mother called to say that there really had been a bombing, and I saw the ambulances on TV, in the snow. The boyfriend said we should go up on to his roof to watch, and we crawl out the kitcen window and start going up the fire escape, but I'm afraid of heights and go back inside, just in time to see the second tower fall. I try to yell for the boyfriend to come see this, but I can't make a sound, like when you can't scream you're so scared, as if in a horror movie. I remember the newscasters saying, "Oh my god, The World Trade Center is gone" in this incredibly sorrowful solemn voice. After this I sprung into action, using his digital cable modem to email a friend of mine in Boston, who called the boyfriend's family to assure them we were okay, and tried and failed to get through to my own family, also located in NYC. The rest of the day was spent gathering information and redistributing it to those I could get in touch with, watching the news endlessly, eating terrible Mexican food and just standing on corners in Queens waiting for payphones. I didn't get home until the next day. My cats were screaming and I suspect it was the smell. It had become unbareably hot, but I went out to try to donate bottled water and volunteer at the rescue center, but I don't have medical skills. There, I met up with my friend Kat and by accident ran into two women we used to work with. It was too bright and hazy and smokey to even turn our heads towards downtown, and Kat and I went to a diner after we couldn't stand to watch people cheer the rescue trucks headed down to the site anymore, where the fact that I had ordered meat seemed tasteless. This was also the first day I checked in on my online journal, where I had messages waiting from virtual strangers wondering if I was alive. That night, I went below the 14th Street perimeter with a friend who lived there, and wandered around in the middle of Third Avenue, getting ice cream and eating at a vegetarian restaurant and feeling confused. Later, there was a terrible thunderstorm and people in Union Square dropped to the ground and covered their heads at the first sounds of thunder. During the next week, I sat in my 6th floor apartment and heard people wailing outside my window and they looked for the family center. When I went outside, everywhere I went there were random scenes of domestic violence, people randomly screaming at each other, a couple headbutting each other in front of the Empire State Building. It took days and days for them to change the newspapers in the vending machines, so everywhere we went, were the headlines of the morning of the 11th, before it happened. Women stopped wearing high heels. I visited my parents, who live far enough North that nothing smelled wrong, and I found I couldn't stand the vacation from the new world. Friends who were EMTs at the site finally checked in, told me stories that were not in the news. I began to receive random emails from people I had known five and ten years ago, especially those, who unlike me, still worked in journalism. And I didn't realize that everything was covered in dust from it, until the trucks came up 23rd street to start hosing the buildings off, and everything was suddenly brighter. 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 story1227.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 remember waking up that morning, and it was just like any other. I fed the kids their breakfast, then began to clean house. Sometime after 10AM, my husband called and asked if I had the TV on. I told him no, and he said to hurry and watch, because the World Trade Center towers were no longer standing. As I watched the towers crumble to the ground over and over again that day, I could only feel shock. It was like a dream, as if I would wake up at some point and this would have never happened. I am a member of the Houston Symphony Chorus, and I had a rehearsal to attend that night for the opening concert of the season that upcoming weekend. In honor of the day's events, "The Star-Spangled Banner" and Mozart's "Ave Verum Corpus" were added to the program. I must say that since September 11, 2001, I have never been able to sing our national anthem without tears coming to my eyes. When I returned home that night, I watched more coverage and my shock turned to horror as I saw images of people jumping from the towers and heard their screams. I began to realize that it wasn't just the towers that fell, or our nation's capital that was attacked. Thousands of people lost their lives that day, and so many more were left without husbands and wives, parents, and even children. I did not personally know anyone lost or affected by the attacks, but I have shed many tears and the memories of that day will always haunt me. As a mother, it saddens me to know that my two very young children will grow up in a world different from the world of my childhood. They will not have the same guarantee of safety and freedom I have always taken for granted. But in spite of everything, I believe this nation can stand tall and fight back against those who would take away what so many have given their lives for. This is still the greatest country on earth, and always will be. 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 story7584.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 had found out that 1 of the planes landed near my mom and her sister in PA, and the other landed near my brother in Washington D.C., VA. That was too close to home for me and I didn't know if they were ok until I called my Aunt and she told me that all is well. 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 story6586.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'm a Benedictine Sister in Elizabeth, NJ, about 10-12 miles from Manhattan. I always loved the fact that my room was the only one in the monastery to have a view of the Twin Towers. I loved to look east on clear winter nights, when the trees were bare, and see the towers glimmering in the distance. I've always loved New York and the Towers were always a precious part of my life. From this area, there were so many places where one could catch sight of them, and I loved that! On September 11, 2001, as I was working in my office, I heard a sort of sudden slamming sound that caught my attention. I noticed it, but didn't think anything of it. A few minutes later one of the Sisters called me on the intercom and asked if I'd heard that the World Trade Center had been hit by an airplane. I went up to the roof of the tallest building in the monastery complex, but couldn't see anything. The smoke was blowing east, so it wasn't visible here. When I heard that there had been a second impact, I knew that this was no accident. Because I had to run an errand across town with another Sister that morning, we kept the radio on in the car and heard a horrified WINS reporter, with an obvious catch in her throat, suddenly begin to sob that one of the towers was falling. At that point I began to cry myself. And for a long time after, I found myself in tears at some point every day, mourning the loss of life (even though I didn't personally lose anyone in the attacks) and the loss of my beloved Twin Towers. Driving back to the monastery, we saw people in different parts of town obviously just wanting to be with others: in one section, a group of elderly men were going into a neighborhood Italian club, no doubt to watch the news together rather than alone. Taking a longer route home, near the Goethals Bridge we saw enormous billows of white smoke to the east. The Bridge itself, normally loaded with traffic, was empty, almost ghostly. It was only later on that I remembered hearing that slamming sound, and I suppose I'll always wonder if it was some sort of back-echo of the first impact. A year later, living so close to the scene of such horror, I still find myself looking east out my window, hoping once again to see the Towers. My heart always soared with them, and I pray that someday a beautiful memorial will include some sort of structure that once again takes the spirit aloft! 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 story4877.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 will never forget that moment. As I sat with my 7 year old son on our couch, watching the first tower burn, crying and wondering what, who, how this happened, the second plane hit. The fear from the reality that we were being attacked was overwhelming. I was overcome with emotions as I sat holding my son. How do you explain to a 7 year old what is happening? "Why are you crying Mommy?" he'd ask, not grasping that what we were watching was real and not some T.V. show. As I explained to him that while we were sitting there on the couch, thousands of people were dying, he began to cry. In the days after the attack, patriotism flooded America. For the first time I could honestly say I was proud to be an American. We cannot let that feeling die. It is our duty as Americans to become bigger and better that ever before. We owe it to all the Americans that have given there lives for this country. Not only for those who have fought for our country but also for those who unwilling died. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS MY FELLOW AMERICANS!!! 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 story2928.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: My Journalism teacher was looking on the internet and he saw a news flash about a plane hitting one of the twin towers in NYC. We were all shocked but did not realize the implications of what he was telling us. When he said plane we thought of a little tiny plane kind of hit them and kind of bounced off. Then he told us that another plane had hit the second tower. We were amazed what was going on? Were all of the planes radar systems going out all of a sudden we had no idea. Then a little while latter, our Principal, came over the loud speaker and told the school that there had been some terrorist attacks, and that the World Trade Twin Towers had been hit. That was no news to people in my class but to the rest of the school that was a shock. Then to everyone amazement he announced that the Pentagon had also been hit by a plane. Our city is located about thirtey minutes south of D.C. and a lot of our school mates had parents friends and relatives that worked there. There was a massive panic. Everyone was trying to call family, and parents were trying to call the school. All of the lines were busy, and for the rest of the day pepole were in and out of classes, recieving and sending messages to family. Luckily, no one in my school new anyone that was injoured, amazingly enough. But one of my close friends, dad was in NYC for a business meeting and his mom had to literally come and pick him up from school in order to tell him that his dad witnessed the attacks but that he was all right. It was a very tense day for everyone. All day we were waiting for the announcement that school would be released early. But it never came. Instead we were told that all after school activities were canceled and that everyone would be leaving school at the end of the day. In our school our paring lot is very crowded and it is very hard to get out, even with a lot of people staying for after school activities. Our scool lets our at 2:00, I was not ablt to leave the parking lot until just after 2:30. From the time that the attacks were announced at school, we went into a miniature lock down, we were allowed our of class but no radios or tv's were alowed on so that people wouldn't get more worried as events unfolded. So on the way home we were finally allowed to hear that the towers had collapsed. That was a schock. When I got home I ran inside to find my mom glued to the tv. we sat there and watched coverage for the rest of the day. My grandparents who live in Wyoming called to check on us. They had no idea what was happenning in the surrounding areas. I was lucky enough not to know any one that was injoured in either of the attacks. But it was a day that will live in my mind 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 story2193.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 the breakroom, having just arrived at work getting my coffee. The televisions are always on in the facility. I am standing there and I watch as a plane hits the World Trade Center. My mouth just drops open as the 2nd plane hits. I can't believe it what is going on? Then to my horror I see people just flying out of the windows dropping to their death. Tears fill my eyes and I can't get the image out of my head. My thoughts then went to my dear friend and 1st husband who live in NY and I wondered if he was alive. I started sending him emails to make sure he and his family were OK, later I found out they were, days later so I worried for days. I remembered my first time in NY and visiting the World Trade Center it was massive. And to think now it is gone. That day was a supposed to be a happy day, my older son's birthday. Greg was 14 years old on the tragic day. He was devastated that something like that could happen in America, but more so that there were people that would do something so horrible. So today is Gregory's birthday again and we Thanked God that he is here to celebrate another, and asked GOD for peace for all those who lost someone on 9/11. I will never forget!!!!! 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 story2636.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: On the morning of 9/11, i was on a bus heading for Washington Elementary School, in Riverside, California. I was listening to the radio (99.1, KGGI, Los Angeles, Ca) When i first heard of the attacks. they put their sister station in New York City on. They were saying " Planes have just slammed into the world trade center. we are less than a block away and are seeing the whole thing happen-we have to go, they are coming---) and the connection was dropped. What they meant to say was that the tower was coming down and they had to evacuate. I had a close family member that worked for Connor-Fitzgerald, and he was never found- dead OR alive. the first song i heard after that broadcast was "When The Doves Cry" I still mourn; over 1 year after, i feel the pain for the many people whose lives came to a crashing and tragic end. if i could replase them, i would. i strongly feel bad for all of the wifes whose husbands never came home; the children whose mothers, fathers, uncles and aunts never got to say 'Goodbye' If i could say one thing to every one who has been affected by this tragic loss, i would say " Don't worry- it is all in god's hands from now on, let's roll" G O D - B L E S S - A M E R I C A - F O R E V E R 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 story8680.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: Personal Emergency National Tragedy Four days ago marked the six-month anniversary of September 11th, a day burned into my mind like no other. An Infamous day that caused a whirlwind of emotion that included shock, fear, worry, remorse, and anger. It was so ironic for me to be in Washington DC that day. Even more ironic that I was there from September 10th thru most of the 12th. In all the years I lived just outside of Washington DC (a majority of my life) I had never stayed over night there. My mind spins every time I think of the unusual twist of fate that put me just over three and half miles from the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001. My father had Liver transplant surgery through the night September 10th and early morning on the 11th. We were at Georgetown University Hospital and my father was in recovery sleeping at six o?clock AM. The surgeon woke us with the telephone call I remember it scaring me straight up out of bed, because I did not remember falling asleep. The surgeon said dad would sleep for several hours, and that we should not see him until he is fully awake and off the respirator. I was happy his surgery went well and decided I was hungry. We all got up, although my two daughters Stephanie (fourteen) and Tiffany (twelve) were a little more reluctant than I was. Everybody filed into the bathroom in turns until our typical grooming things were done. Stephanie naturally took the longest I have never seen anyone so meticulous about her hair. Bonnie (my step-mother) phoned relatives while the rest of us went to pick up breakfast to bring back to the hotel room. The hotel was connected to the hospital along with many conveniences such as restaurants, Starbucks coffee, etc. We returned to the room with breakfast around eight thirty. We ate slowly and talked, even joked around while we waited for someone to call saying dad was awake. I think it was eight fifty or so when the phone rang, it was dad?s sister Judy and my Uncle Brian. They sounded hysterical on the phone to turn on the television. I ran over and turned on the television at the same time asking them what channel. They said it did not matter what channel. I remember as if in slow motion the picture slowly coming in to view. First it was fuzzy, a flame and some smoke coming from a tall building. The picture becoming clearer I recognized the familiar New York City skyline. Wow! The World Trade Center building was burning. Stephanie, Dawn, and I all jumped for the remote at the same time, because there was no volume. We all listened attentively as we heard the words. ?In New York City just moments ago, a hijacked passenger jet, American Airlines flight 11 out of Boston, Massachusetts flew into the World Trade Center?s south tower.? We were stunned; silence came over our room as we watched the television re-play the crash over and over and over again. The only sounds we heard were the people in the room saying ?oh my God.? After the initial shock wore off, I remember thinking that it could have been much worse if the plane had hit the tower lower, and I thought many of the people had a chance to get out. I had not even quite finished the thought when the second plane came. It was just past nine o?clock as I recall, and at first, I thought it was the same view the station had played repeatedly until I realized the fire was already burning. The newscaster had an uncharacteristic panic in his voice as he said it was another plane. I could not watch the live shot. I was so repulsed by it I turned my head away and closed my eyes. I could not bear to watch those people die. I saw it many times after that, but it was some how different than seeing it live. I am not a psychologist so I could not even begin to understand the psychology of it. We watched for at least 15 minutes without a word or even a sound other than the air conditioner coming on. I broke the silence shortly after the announcements came that the FAA had closed all New York City area airports, and the Port Authority of New York had ordered all tunnels and bridges closed. I told my daughters to pay close attention to what was happening because I believed this day would one day be in history books. They said they would, but they wanted to see Poppa (their name for my father). I realized they were right I looked at the clock it was about nine thirty. The president was on the television from Florida, but I decided to take a break from the national tragedy and check on dad. I told everyone I would return shortly, the girls wanted to come, but I told them no. I went down the elevator to the hotel lobby. I took a big deep breath and realized I must not have been breathing deep at all since the first plane crashed. When I walked out into the lobby I was floored. There were easily a hundred people gathered all around a small television watching the news coverage. I rounded the corner and looked back at the faces of the people in the crowd they all had very grim looks on their faces. It reminded of my Grandfathers funeral. Stop it, I told myself; I cannot afford any more negative emotions today. I kept telling myself to keep moving just concentrate on dad right now. I just could not do it the tragedy was on the faces of all the passers by. I remember seeing a Middle Eastern couple walk by me and I tensed up, I even clenched my fists, and I felt my jaw tighten. I wanted to jump on them and beat them for what had happened. I literally had to restrain myself saying ? calm down Mark they had nothing to do with it.? I even argued with myself saying ? how do you know?? I finally put it out of my mind as I arrived at intensive care. I looked at dad through the glass of his room. He was still out cold. He had lots of machines and hoses hooked up to him. The one that was most disturbing was the respirator. I felt tears welling up in my eyes my emotions going on overload. Tears streak down my face like the uncontrollable river. I walked out and into the bathroom to get myself back under control. I wiped my eyes and washed my face. I went back out to talk to his nurse. I could not look at him again at that moment. She said he would probably sleep for another hour and then he should wake, but he would not be able to talk until he is fully breathing on his own and the respirator is removed. She also said he would have his worst day that day or the next. It seemed like a year ago that I was at work having a typical day. I thought back to the day before when I was working away. The phone rang; it was my wife Dawn. ? Mark?, she said, ?you have to come home right away.? ?Your dad is on the way to the hospital -- he got a liver.? I told her I would be home in an hour. She said that she would pack and arrange childcare for our two sons. Evan had just turned six, and Bradley was three, too young to understand what was happening. I got home and we piled into the van. Dawn had already taken the boys to a neighbor?s house. She said our friend Laurie would be picking them up later for a sleepover. They thought it was a fun outing, which I felt good about. Dad had been living in a nursing home, because of a painful hernia as well as liver disease, mainly for pain management. We arrived at the hospital around four o?clock. There was a lot of paperwork to fill out as well as blood tests and the usual preparation one goes through before surgery. I could tell dad was nervous. I could here it in his voice as he spoke kind of quivery. I remember joking with him trying to keep his spirits up. We were at a teaching hospital, the young student doctors moving through the hospital ward carried book bags. I told dad his doctor had a ?pokemon? book bag. We all got a laugh out of that albeit a short-lived laugh. When they took him for surgery, I gave him a big hug and told him I loved him knowing it was possible he may not survive surgery. That is when we left for the hotel to wait for a word about his surgery. When I came out of my flashback trance, I focused on dad?s television. I decided to turn it on because I knew he would want to know what was happening. I turned without looking at him and said ?I?ll be back a little later dad to check on you.? It must have been around ten o?clock when I was walking back to the hotel. I noticed people walking a little faster than earlier. I just figured more people were at work than earlier. I kept catching little bits of conversation that had me wondering what had happened while I was away. I heard a couple of nurses talking as they brushed by saying we are a back up hospital for any overflow. I realized my pace became quicker and quicker to get back to a television. I did not even think to look in the lobby I just jumped on the elevator and up I went. I burst in to the room and everyone at once said a plane crashed into the Pentagon. Oh my God! We are pretty close to the Pentagon! I ran over to the hotel window. I could see black smoke filling the air a short distance away. I saw a helicopter flying around the smoke. I just stared at it in disbelief. What if there are other planes, I thought, Could we all be in danger? I thought I better get back to the television so I know what is going on. I no more turned my head to see the World Trade Center?s south tower collapse. Dawn say?s the sight of the tower collapsing and seeing all the people running away from the tidal wave of dust, dirt, and debris overtaking many will haunt her forever. The first thing we thought about were all of the people that may have been inside the building as well as the fireman, ambulance crews, and people in nearby buildings. Then the realization occurs to us that the other tower will most likely fall as well. We had been hearing a report of another plane that was missing, and found out it was United Airlines flight ninety-three. Dawn said when she called to check on the boys that Laurie had said the neighborhood buzz was that Fort Detrick was the target just a few miles away. I was already overstressed, and then I had to worry about my boys too. I felt horrible when I felt relief about the plane crashing in a field in Pennsylvania. I told everyone in the room there were true American heroes on that plane. I said they did exactly what I would have done if I new what was happening. I guessed they had heard what was going on from the radio on board, and attempted to overtake the hijackers. We listened as the reports came in schools were closed, buildings all over DC were being evacuated. International flights were diverted from the U.S. to Canada. The horror of hearing that just a few miles away part of the Pentagon building collapsed. The terror of the north tower collapsing in New York was like seeing twins burning together in a house fire. The telephone broke the tension in the room; Bonnie grabbed it before the first ring finished. She said the hospital staff was getting concerned that dad had not woken up yet. They said he should have been up an hour or two before. It was a little after twelve by now. Bonnie said she would go over and find out what was going on. She later called to let us know she was going to stay there a while to help try to wake him. She explained the danger of him being on a respirator longer, which increases the risk for pneumonia. Meanwhile Dawn, the girls, and I all watched the news coverage. I think it was around one thirty when they declared a state of emergency in Washington DC. It was just as well we had a hotel room because they all would fill up quickly I assumed. The girls were complaining they were hungry so we all decided to meet in the cafeteria for lunch. We ate pizza at a little round table and took a break from all the tragic events. I used the time to forget about everything and catch my breath. After lunch it was back to reality, we were all worried about dad. I did not want to go back to him, but I new I could help him wake up. I begrudgingly made my way back to him. I sat beside him, and held his hand. I decided to tell him how lucky he was that he was able to sleep all day, because of the horrible events. I told him everything that had happened, and I do not know to this day if he heard me at all. I told him that I was sorry they could not repair his hernia at the same time as his transplant. I told him that his transplant was a success, and that before long he would be feeling better. Imagine my surprise when he squeezed my hand. I was happy when his eyes were squinting at me. I told him I would be right back and ran out to tell the nurse he was starting to wake. I asked that they call Bonnie in the room to let her know. By the time I went back in dad looked like he was back to sleep. I said loudly ?hi!? ?I am back,? his eyes opened a little. I could tell he was still out of it. I kept talking to him until he started pointing to his back. It was hard because he could not talk so we had to play a form of charades. Do you itch? He shook his head pointing to his back. Is something poking you? Yeah maybe that was it. He had an IV. hose lying under him. I moved it and I think he was better. He tried to sit up a little so I tried to adjust his bed a little. He then started pointing to his mouth. I said they could not take the respirator out yet until they are sure you are fully awake. He again shook his head and point to his mouth. Are you hungry? No, he shook. He again pointed to his mouth. Are you thirsty? Yeah that was it. I ran back out to the nurse and asked if he could have a drink. She said no. He could only have a little cotton swab of water on his tongue. She gave him one swab and left. He kept pointing to his mouth. I looked around and slipped him a couple of swabs of water. It was so hard there with him. He was constantly pointing to his mouth, and then his back. It was painful for me, because I could not help him. The nurse said they could not give him anything for pain until the next day, and that he was going to have a rough time for a while. I watched as he writhed in pain. He begged me for help, and I was helpless to do anything for him. Frustrated to tears I had to have Bonnie relieve me, because I could not take anymore. The events of the day had totally exhausted me in the middle of the afternoon. I decided to head back to the room. I returned to the room, and watched the television until I drifted off to sleep. I slept until ten or eleven. When I woke, I did not know where I was at first until I remembered I was watching a trailer of hell all day. Mark Windsor 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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Arabs in U.S. Rumors Somerset, PA Television Coverage DC:2 Feature 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: When I heard about what happened, I could not believe my ears. It was horrifying to hear our nation was under attack. I was so scared and sad. I was wondering why this happened so suddenly on a beautiful day in the autumn of 2001. I was afraid that it was a start of a war. Like, we need more wars.I dont think so. 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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 remember I was in college when the one of the twin towers was bombed. Like many college students, at that time and in that place it seemed that I lived in a bubble. College is funny that way; TV and, often, current events were replaced with social events and schoolbooks. I don?t remember feeling as thought that event was unbelievable and it did not have the power to overwhelm me. I resumed my common activities and never thought that the anger that created that bombing was not going to be a trend. Now that I think back on that day it should have been a wake up call to all citizens of the United States. Years later that bombing became like a bad memory that you wish you could relive just so you could have tried using another emotion, or tried saying some other words that would satisfy you. But instead, you play that scene over and over again until you can let it go. I can?t let it go like thousands others, especially those pushing memos to the top trying to let ?them? know this bombing is a sign of something evil that resonates passed our timid escapism. We were silly to think that we were invincible that we could not bare witness to horror that our grandparents saw at Pearl Harbor. Instead, we choose to live our lives blindly in hopes that those memos were read and action was being taken. Like the emotion of dismissal I used in college during the bombing, I did not want to believe IT could happen either. On September 11th, I was working at the newspaper ?The Record? in Hackensack, New Jersey installing the software that would soon hold the stories that report the worst event of our nations history. My boss, Mike, liked to show up on time every day at 9 AM and put in a full day. In fact, Mike likes to do much of his daily routines as he did the previous day. We took the rental car from the hotel just a few blocks from the newspaper. I had noticed that the air was crisp and not a cloud in the sky, just like the perfect fall days I like to have in my small New Hampshire town. Mike, another co-worker Marlene, and I often choose to use the side entrance into the building so as to avoid the bothering contact from the security officers. The side entrance to this four-story building has a glass front and had a clear view of New York City. Everyday, riding up that elevator, we would make small talk of the weather and often gaze out to the New York City skyline. New York was only ten miles away and on a clear day you make out the buildings that would make up that skyline. As a small town boy, I admired the skyline and thought to myself what wonderful things modern man can accomplish. I remember I looked at my watch when I entered the elevator. It was 9:13. When the elevator reach the top floor I looked out to see the city and my eyes could not believe what I saw. My voice softened like I was talking to myself. I could barely say the words, ?One of the towers is burning!? My fellow workers looked out and Marlene put her mouth to her hand and said? Oh my god?. A huge range of smoke was piffling out of the top of one of the towers in a southerly direction. The elevator doors wanted to close again and I knew we should get off and go see what was going on in the newsroom. My heart sped up as we briskly walked down the elevator hallway that led to the large newsroom of some three hundred desks of which no one was sitting at. It was still early in the morning, so I could only spot a few people. I noticed they were all clustered around one of three televisions that constantly is airing CNN. The people looked like eyewitnesses to a bad car crash. I saw one woman whose body was crouching under the duress of what see was watching and she was babbling a sound that sounded like ?No, no, no!?. Another person could not watch and turned away from the television towards a phone. At this point I still had no idea what had happened. My body seemed that it was in slow motion. Each step I took towards the television was happening in with each beat of my heart. I think I knew that my world was about to change. I made a b-line towards another curious on-looker to the TV. I had to fulfill my need to understand what I just saw out on the elevator and asked, ?What is going on??. He looked white in the face as he told me. ?A plane has just hit one of the twin towers?. Seconds later I found out that it was no ordinary small plane, it was the same plane I commonly use every Monday and Friday to get to The Record and back home. My body started to shake as it does even when I write this story. I began to watch, like many other Americans, the newscasters telling viewers that a ?737 has just crashed into tower two?.? I sorted it out in my mind that this was happening just miles from me and I was not going to escape the events of that day forever. After a few minutes, I went back to the office where my co-workers were busying themselves and by the time I got in to the room Mike had told a plane hit the building. I said, ?I know? and he restated ?No! Another plane had just hit the other tower!? I felt like a child awaking to a world that is not sheltered anymore. I ran back to the TV to resume my wide-eyed viewing. It all felt like a dream, like a movie. Reporters were coming into the newsroom at a steady stream by now and getting that sucker-punched announcement. I went to the window and could see fire ablaze those two mammoth-like structures that used to poke out higher than any other. Now, they were filled with hell. I thought of the many souls that must be lost in those buildings, the now parentless children, and the panic people still inside. I also remembered that New York was just a few miles away and that these people here at The Record must have relatives or friends in Manhattan! I turned to look with my realization that many people darted towards phones and out doors to find loved ones. The world was spinning out of control and I felt like a wondrous onlooker and not a participant. It?s hard to gather concrete thoughts during times like this. I though, my wife! She was in New Hampshire and I knew she was alive, but she was not with me and I knew that was killing her. I called her and with a shaky voice I asked, ?Are you watching this?? I knew by the tone in her voice that she was and she was in the same state as I. Not much could be said between us. None was needed, we knew how each other felt and could not talk because we were so engorged on the events that were transpiring. We gathered millions who were able to view this tragedy from their workplaces, homes, and lobbies. All still, all trying to work it all out in their minds. I was able to view it out the newspaper?s windows. It was too close. The window offered something I thought I could ever imagine. Suddenly, a plume of smoke blew out around all sides of tower one and then up suddenly. I could tell from my distance away that the building had fell. I turned to the TV and it was true. I went to the office to inform my other co-workers. Marlene jumped in her seat and made a low noise. Mike pretended not to hear. They both were taking this day of tragedy in their own way. Marlene turned shaken and said she was right there this time last year. I could tell she wanted to cry and had thoughts of her being down there now. Slowly events came in and I returned to the office with more and more tragic news. I knew that my visit to the office was only going to deepen the cut for Mike and Marlene, but I want them to know what was happening. They seemed to hide their anguish and I was not doing a good job showing mine. I imagined myself back in college and thinking that the bombing event had made me, now, turn and look and not turn away. I still can?t turn away. That day would last a lifetime. I could not return home for two weeks, since Newark Airport would not run flights. Me, Mike and Marlene had to go to Target just to get enough underwear to last us. This is not where I wanted to be during this time. I wanted to be in the arms of my wife. I remember I called my father the next day and all the pent-up emotions came out. He knew I toke it hard and I think I did because I soaked it all in being so close and seeing that sort of thing without the advantage of loved ones around to console you. Don?t get me wrong Mike is a nice guy, but getting a bear hug from him would not do the trick. Today is almost a year later and still the images of that day burn like a light in my mind. I still feels like a dream, but it?s the nightmare that wakes you up. I will never forget that day and I hope every Americans never does. And when it comes to seeing the events around us, we should never look away. Where were you when IT happened? 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 story1183.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 just finished getting dressed and had the TV on in our bedroom. I walked into the living room and my husband had the TV on also. I looked at him and said "Do you think it's terrorists because I don't think planes are allowed to fly in the airspace above Manhatten. I no sooner said that and then the second plane hit the building. I was devastated but went to work. As soon as I got here I called my mom to find out if my sister and cousins who work in NY were okay. She said everyone except my cousin's husband was okay. He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald on the 104th Fl of the first tower hit. It was so painful for my family becasue my cousin Cathy Lyn was left with 4 children ages 11, 9 and 3 yr old twins. There are so many stories like mine. It was truly a sad day in America and I pray we never have to go through this again. 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 story2747.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: It was a normal day so I thought as i put my coat and and shoes on to walk 2 blocks to school. It was then when all the tv's in school were turned on, every channel had breaking new, I was so very confused at the time till then our english teacher had explained that terrorist had crashed suicide planes into the twin towers and people were dying and hurt. My heart then dropped though it felt and my stomach began to clench up. I was so fill with confusion and anger that i felt tears rush down my cheeks, trying to hold them back so my classmates would not see. My friend ricky's sister lives in New York and her husban, Ricky's brother in law was late to work that day, he worked at the world trade center. And to this day we thank God for all those workers late for work that day. Only if we could have saved more. This thing called war is still going on today and i have friends there in Iraq with wifes and even kids they havent been able to see, touch, kiss, or hug. I pray for the soldiers out there fighting for what they believe in and showing our countries people that our Freedom is not free so to be thankful for those out there fighting and dying for us. 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 story11780.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 night of 9/10/01, my son and I were on our way back to Phoenix after spending a long weekend with family in NJ. Our flight from Newark was delayed by about two hours because of the downpours we had all day. We also heard that there was a fire in the Newark Airport compound that afternoon. As we got on the plane and sat in our seats, we had to wait our turn to take off. The rain was pelting so hard onto the plane, I was leary of a take off, and by the look on my 11 year old son's face, I could tell that he too had reservations. This was the second time we felt unusual about sitting in our seats, wondering if we should be here on this particular flight. When we left Phoenix a few days before, we were stuck sitting in our seats for two hours before we took off. There were strange noises coming from the plane as we were backing up and maintance wanted to check it out, but we could not leave our seats. My son had said to me more than twice, "Mom, maybe we shouldn't be on this plane." That thought crossed my mind, a few times but we got over it after the critical take off time. Now, we sat on the tarmack in Newark, waiting our turn to take off. We must have been there at least over an hour. I couldn't help but look across the aisle to set my eyes upon the NYC skyline. "Look," I said to my son as I pointed to the window, "there's the New York skyline, and there's the Twin Towers." What does one look at when they gaze towards New York City? One can't help it but to fix their eyes on them, the "Towers." Even as a young teen, college student, adult and a mother, those Towers never ceased to amaze me. I used to watch them in a park on top of a hill when they were being built. I would play hookey in high school and a group of us would go to the WTC and up to the observation deck, as we left, I would always look back up at them. I can't begin to count the times that when we left the "City", those Towers would always be the last thing we would look at when we turned around to look out the window to bid New York City good bye. They were ever drawing, a feeling that even my children experienced numerous times when we went back "east" to visit my family. As a tourist visiting lower Manhattan, the Towers were always my guide as to which direction I was heading. The Towers and the multitude of people who worked at the WTC always fascinated me. Because of the multiple delays we did not get back to Phoenix till very late. I think I got to sleep around 3am Phoenix time, 6 am New York time. I was up about 5 minutes before 6 am and the phone rang. "Damn," I thought to myself, "I forgot to call Mom." I answered the phone,"I guess you got home ok," I thought to myself, why would she say that, of course I got home ok. Then she said a few more words and I began to dedect a sense of anxiety, coverup. She told me as her voice began to break, "Oh my God, why are they doing this to us, why are they doing this to us? A plane hit the World Trade Center and there is black smoke everywhere, God Kathy, it is terrible, it reminds me of when WWII began and Pearl Harbor was attacked. Oh God those poor people!' "Calm down Mom," I said," if this bothers you so much turn off the TV if it is upsetting you so much," I said tivializing her statement. "Go put the TV on and watch," my Mom said. I figured, that it was probably one of those private planes that made a judgement error in an accident. I turned on the TV and thought to myself, "Oh shit, Mom was right." I didn't want to believe it. I shut the TV off. The next thing I did was drop to my knees with such a strong overwhelming feeling of gratitude and I cried out, "Dear God, thank you so much for sparing our lives, we could have been back there touring and had that difference of a short 12 hours that could have changed our family forever. PLEASE GOD, stop this craziness and help those poor souls!" I contined to turn the TV on and off, I felt very insecure and was very worried about my family in NJ since they are only about a 20 minutes ride form NYC. I resolved not to say a word to my 16 year old daughter, after all, it probably was nit as bad as I thought. Boy was I in denial. I ran upstairs to wake up my husband for work. He sat on the edge of the bed and I whispered in his ear, "what I am about to tell you, do not react loudly to it, I don't want to frighten the kids." AS I proceeded to describe this catastrophatic event he yelled out, "WHAT??!!!" I attempted to calm him down, he said he didn't believe it, then became very angry and began cursing those who did this. WE remained quiet and calm while my daughter got ready for school. I kissed my daughter and husband goodbye for the day, and I guess since we really were not given absolute information about the situation, we tried to continue our day as normal as possible. I ran back to the TV to watch the unfolding events, of course, like everyone else, not believing this was happening. I went to the garage and brought out our flag, and hung it near out front door. I tried to wake up my son for school but he was exhausted from the previous nights activites. I called the grade school to report that my son wasn't coming in for the morning, the receptionist knew we had traveled back there for the weekend and told me they thanked God we made it back home and that not to bother bringing in my son because the principal was letting children go home if their parents were coming for them. By this time, my neighbor called to find out if we were back home because she knew we had gone to NJ. I don't remember her exact words, only that she was worried and that she would not be able to do anything that day because she would be glued to the TV. The worst was yet to come. Within a short time, the first tower came down. Even as I write this now, I have a nervous gut, and like everyone else, I was completely spell bound. I was crying uncontrollably and inconsolably after the second tower fell. Those poor people! Oh God, the humanity!!! As each event unfolded I felt like I was watching a made for TV movie. My son appeared in the room, instead of thinking about how I should explained what happened to an 11 year old, I just said curtly, "Jack a terrible thing has happened to our country this morning!' The look on his face was one that a parent would never want to see on their child's face. I realized what and how I said this to him, then tried to downplay and rearrange my wording. He saw the constant replay of the Towers getting hit by the planes, and the falling of each of them. He walked up to the family room wall, looked at a picturre on the wall and pointed to one saying to me, "look Mom, now they are history, I'm so glad that you and Pops took me to see them." He was pointijng to a picture of himself with the Twin Towers in the background when we went to tour them when he was 6 years old. Out of the mouth of babes, he said the truth, and I had forgotton that this picture was even hanging on the wall. I tried to call my Mom back in NJ to ask if everyone was alright. I got through and reassured each other. I was worried about my girlfriend's husband because I knew he worked in Manhattan but I did not know where. My Dad said he would try to call her and inquire about him. My daughter called me on here cell phone from her school. She was crying and very upset. She said that she was calling in the girls restroom as she was not allowed to use her cell phone on campus. She said that there were all kinds of rumors being told of the entire NY Metro area being evacuated, she was worried about our family and was confused as to if she should come home. I reassured her that the worst was over and that I had just spoken to Nana and that everyone was alright. How I remained calm, I don't know. I vacilated on my thoughts for the rest of the morning. I wanted to talk to some one, to make them understand how I felt, after all, that area was my home, I grew up in the NY- NJ Metro area and I felt this so much stronger than anyone from this area. I finally went next door to visit. My neighbor was home, unusual because he is a pilot for America West Airlines. I told he and his wife about my weekend and experience of our flights rides and the history of my involvement with NYC-NJ metro area. They were from Nebraska and Ray was also in the Reserves. He was a pilot in Desert Storm. They agreed with what I was ventilating, but I felt that they could not feel the passion that I was feeling. I bet that they were very fearful because what they had on their minds was the fact that Ray would soon be serving since he was in the reserves. I was phyically ill and as the day progressed and I watched the ugly TV scenes and heard the confirmed news reports I ran to the bathroom wretching. In retrospect, I was nervous and nauseous all week long. That night, my husband John and my neighbor Greg and I were talking. I began to cry as I was worried, what would be next,especially for us here in the west. Would there be a dam or bridge explode? I think that the most eerie thing was sthe fact that as we stood outside, there was complete quiet, as the planes were still grounded and we were in the high path of jetliners. We did ocassionally in the next number of days hear a jet or jets go by, as we lived not too far from Luke Airforce Base and that was comforting to us. Later that night, my daughter's friend's Dad called me to ask me if I was ok. He knew I grew up in the NY area. He told me that his sister and her family lived across the Hudson River and that his brother-in-law was a fire fighter and he returned home but two of his friends who he worked with when he worked for FDNY did not come back from Ground Zero. I thought it so thoughtful of him to call because he nver talked to me on the phone. Earlier that day his teenage son called me to talk about the day since he never went to school. His Mom waas driving him to school then her to work. His dad called them after the morning events and told them to pick up the 5 year old at day care and turn around and go home since we are being attacked, God knows what was going to happen. Here was this 16 year old telling me, "Mrs. Brand, we were attacked today, we are at war." I did not want to hear that but I knew that it was the truth. I remember thinking and feeling later on that week about our children, and their generation and how it will never be the same in America again, that our civilians were attacked by cowards, I had no noun name for them for to me, they were sub-human. I was so proud of our leaders, especially how the mayor R.G. handled his New Yorkers and the words of comfort from Pres. G.W. Bush. On Friday, the church service in Washington D.C.was so necessary and very comforting. I prayed more, yet very confused as how could a human being do these terrible things to another human. Untill 3 weeks ago, I had not flown on a airplane since 9/10/01. As my daughter, my son and myself stood in line for security to pass us through, my 14 yr. old son got pulled over because of the metal detector going off, he was wearing pants with alot of metal clips and it caused the detector to keep buzzing. Then he was pulled over and throughly searched. That and the fact that we had to take off our shoes made me so mad, "those stupid bastards caused us to have to do this!" referring to OBL and his characters and their acts of deceit and destruction. We got back to NJ safely, I could not see out the window to look at the NYC skyling as we were landing. In our taxi ride home, it was 6:00 am and I knew that the NYC skyline was still lighted but I subconsciously did not want to look at it, I wasn't ready to get that final blow. I took my teens into New York City on Sat. 10/23/04. We went by train to Hoboken. As soon as we stepped off the track, the first thing I see is a poster about support systems available to those still affected by 9/11. I pointed it out to my teens. WE walked on to the pier to wait for the farey, the first one out was not till 10:00 a.m. I saw a sing on a board, it said that the company was discussing situations with the government about the farey getting assistance, that since the Path trains were back in order at the World Financial Center, less people were taking the farey. A man behind me was discussing this with a German couple touring the area, he said, "if they close this, that will be the begining of the end." I shuttered to hear those thoughts. I finally forced myself to look at the NYC skyline, yes, oh God, that hurt, and yes it looked so strange not to see the "Towers." I tried to familiarize myself with the current sight. I never took close detail. WE arrived at the sight, it seemed like we had to walk a longer ways to get to the grounds of the Financial Center. We went into the Winter Garden as it was cold and we wanted to get a hot drink. I was not sure if this was the same building cause I could not see the glass enclosed area. I asked a woman if she knew if the building we were in ws destroyed on 9/11. She thought so but was not sure. Then I asked a worker at Starbucks whre could I find a site to see Ground Zero. She told me around the corner. WE walked and found the lobby of the Winter Garden. It did not seem as beautiful as it was before. Why? The palm trees were there, but seemed puniier, and the lobby seemed smaller. People were on the next level looking out a vast window. I went to a security guard and asked him if this building was damaged on 9/11. He did not have eye contact and than looked at me and said yes,that everything to the water-front[Hudson River] was damaged. He pointed to the large window area and said, the Towers were right there, and his intonation was one that seemed to me that he was thinking, "you stupid woman." He also did not volunteer any thing further. I asked him how long after 9/11 did it take to repair the current building. He told me and looked away for my eyes. I asked him wherer do I go to see Ground Zero and he pointed to the 2nd level window, I said how about outside?, he said I had to go to Vesey ST. exit and go across the covered bridge. He and I said no more. I got the feeling that this guy was hurting. WE saw the site from the window, I was not satisfied. We found our way to the exit and up the stairs to the covered bridge. I tried to picture the buildings as they were but could not. All that looked familiar was the ramp that was built for recovery. There were no workers out there, it was Saturday. As difficult as it was for me to picture the area, it was even worse for my kids. We walked across the street to ST. Paul's Chapel. WE looked at the graveyard in front of the church, my son said, "look Mom here is a gravestone and it says that this woman died on 9/11 in the 1700's. That was very strange. I had no idea that St. Paul's had an exhibit on the 9/11 ministry. It really helped me grieve or at least FEEL something. We stayed about 1 hour. WE left to tour the area, we walked the old steets around wall street. I told my kids to stop and turn around and to imagine a 10 foot cloud of smoke and debris coming our way. It was hard to picture this. I again asked a local woman some questions about 9/11, she was vague. Were these neww people that relocated here after the clean up or did they just not want to talk about it. I have to say that the area was clean, one would not have known other then the work on ground zero and surrounding buildings. In didn not see the memorial in Battery Park because I did not know that it was there. About 2 weeks after I returned home to Phoenix, I rented DC 9/11 and pulled out some documentaries about 9/11 that I had taped a few years ago. I had to relive this since I had just been there and the election was over and people I knew were still bitching about the war and Pres. Bush. I showed my teens these films, and they saw my anger and my tears and my obsession to review 9/11 sites on the web. My 19 year old said to me, "Mom why are you doing this, what are you obsessed with this?" I asked her if visiting Ground Zero and St. Paul's did anything to her. She said no, that she had grieved at the time of 9/11 and that she was over it. I told her,I HAD to come to terms with this because I too could not feel it at Ground Zero. After I watched the films it helped me to find some closure. Now I wanted to write this for posterity for my kids and future generations. I still have the flag I put out on 9/11 the morning the first Tower hit. It is folded ina box. We never stopped flying our Flag, 24 hrs. ATC, unless we had to change it for a new one. WE are proud of our Troops fighting for FREEDOM and appreciate ALL Veterans for their sacrifice so that we can live in our country and live as we do. We appreciate our emts, firemen and police. My daughter's boyfriend went through fire academy school and graduated.n I showed him those 9/11 tapes and we all felt it even so much deeper. I pray for peace for all the families who lost their loved ones both on 9/11 and in the current war our men and women have died for. GOD bless America. Kathleen Legutko Brand 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 story11155.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: Following was an email I sent to my friends and family as an account of what I witnessed on that day: I live four blocks east of the World Trade Center and was awakened today by the sound of a massive explosion followed by what seemed like hundreds of people screaming. I rushed to my window to see if I could see what happened. Although I could see the reflection of people running down the street, I could not ascertain what had happened. At first I was thinking there had been a major car crash or something. When it finally occurred to me to turn on the TV, I was shocked to see the smoldering World Trade Center. Then, minutes later, as I heard the motor overhead, I witnessed the second plane crash into the tower not really believing what I was experiencing while simultaneously watching this horrible event unfold on TV. I tried to call my Aunt who works near Grand Central but the line was busy. I must have been in shock because all I could think to do was get dressed and run outside to take pictures. As I tried to dress, phone call after phone call from my family started coming through. These calls, thankfully, kept me from being outside when the first tower collapsed. What I heard is almost indescribable. The ground and building rumbled, the sound indistinguishable as an explosion or crash and the easily identifiable sound of screams. This time I ran to the window and threw it open to look down the street. What I saw was what I can only describe as an avalanche of ash and smoke barreling down the street and people running to stay ahead of it. When I saw this ball of ash rolling toward me I slammed down the window and ran to the opposite side of my apartment and hid below the kitchen counter. For the first time in my life I was actually terrified ? I thought sure that the force of the debris was going to blow out the windows. Within a minute, my building and street were engulfed in a thick cloud of white smoke. Fortunately I remained safe. After a few seconds I realized that some of my windows were open and I rushed to close them when I became aware that smoke was streaming in the apartment. Needless to say, I chose not to venture outside. Still concerned about my safety and wanting to know whether it was best to stay in my apartment or attempt to evacuate, I went to my lobby in search of information. I assumed it would be safer to take the stairs but found the stairwell filled with debris that was still falling. I took the elevator to the lobby and found it filled with dust and ash and the street in front of my building covered in rubble. I saw people walking by that were completely dusted in ash from head to toe. I returned to my apartment after determining that it was the safest place to stay only to have the entire incident repeated by the collapse of the second tower. The only difference this time was that the cloud of smoke was pitch black. And again I saw rubble fall from the sky when 7 WTC finally fell this evening. I could even make out what looked to be a take out menu floating down to the street. I have been without power since 7 WTC fell, which I think was about 5:30 pm, it's 11 pm now. I attempted to leave to stay with my Aunt on the Upper West Side, but by the time I got through to transit to find out what forms of transportation were available and gather some things it had gotten dark. There were no trains running for blocks and night had fallen. When I got outside, the air was still so thick with dust I could barely breath. No one was outside save a few police officers and a few others trying to leave. With the power out it was darker than any other night in recent memory. The cops available were more angry than helpful as I inquired about the best route out of the neighborhood. I abandoned the attempt to leave after walking just two blocks. I am currently safe at home typing this note on my trusty battery powered Powerbook with modem while listening to streaming coverage from ABC. I have about an hour of battery life left. I am illuminated by candlelight...a gift from a friend. As I have commented to you all many times since I have lived in downtown Manhattan, it had been a most incredible experience to live in the shadow of the World Trade Center. I often looked up to it for encouragement as I made my way up the street to get to work, and I used to relish the private moments I was able to enjoy there on a quite Sunday morning. I'll never be able to do this again... I was able to evacuate the area the next morning where I along with other "urban refugees" dragged a suitcase and my cat out of lower Manhattan, out of the "war zone" ... Coincidentally, the lease on my apartment was up 9/30, but it took another full month before I was able to arrange for the move out of the neighborhood. I currently reside in Harlem. 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 put on the morning news, as I did everyday since I had our first child. Aiden was only 4 months old. When I turned on Channel 10 I saw the first Tower on fire, then picked up the phone and called my husband at work. He told me they were trying to get a television in the shop so they could see what was happening in New York City that day. Just before I was about to hang up the phone the second Tower was hit. At first I thought it was a replay of Tower 1, then I heard the newscaster yelling. I told Conor, my husband, that the second Tower had been hit. He told me he'd call back, someone needed the phone, and that he loved me. I sat on my couch and looked down at our baby boy. Aiden was lying on a blanket, playing with his toys. He was just smiling away, not even knowing at the time what horrifying things were going on. Then I cried. I didn't want my boy to grow up in a world like this. I cried until Conor came home that evening around 5pm. He sat down and watched everything I had seen during the day and hugged Aiden. I knew what he was thinking. But, we all knew America would bounce back after that day. This tragedy would make us stronger. 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 story8107.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: Mornings are hectic in my household. Getting my son out the door for school can be a trial. He is not a morning person. As usual, we were eating and watching GMA. As the news broke out, all we were doing was watching GMA with our mouths open. The first words to break the silence were my son's, "Did you see that, Mom? What kind of nut-ball would fly a huge plane into a building to kill people?" As the news spread and the second plane hit, I tried my best to describe the nut-balls to my 7 year-old son. Still stunned, we retreated to school and work. I had just parked in front of my work when the Pentagon was hit. Once inside, radios and TVs were on and everyone was abuzz. I was very impressed at the elementary school's handling the news to the children. By dinner, my son still referring the terrorists as nut-balls; understanding a whole lot more than he did earlier that morning. Little league baseball games were not cancelled and were a welcomed break from the news of the day. We watched CNN everyday after that for weeks, and eventually resumed our everyday rituals. Here it is, 9-11-02, one year later, and once again, we are glued to the TVs for remembrance, and Little League baseball is tonight at 7:45pm, God willing. May peace and my blessings reach all who have been touched by this tragedy. 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 story2671.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. 66.148.170.98 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: Hello, it was my birthday the next day, and a frind of mine's birthday the day itself, so noone couldn't stop talking about it. It was not such an succes, my birthday. Paula from the NEtherlands (13 jears old) 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 story8372.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 watching the Good Morning America show when they broke through and showed us the second plane hitting the world trade center. As I sat there watching, having the hardest time believe that it was really true, that this was no movie scene. I cried as I watched for hours, of this horrible day of disaster. Wondering way God could let something like this happen to our country, the great country of freedom. My children came home from school asking me so many questions on why did those bad man do this to us, it tore me apart to have to explain all the terrible things that have happened. God Bless all those who have left this earth on such a terrible and horifying time. I will never forget as I sat there and watched those people jump from the buildings and wondering why. Why did this happen, why our country? 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 story5497.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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