story6599.xml
Title
story6599.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-12
911DA Story: Story
At 8:40am I was walking my dog in Prospect Park. I looked up and saw a plane flying extremely low, so low in fact that my dog even noticed it. Minutes later I heard a crash and heard sirens. A police car almost hit me it was flying so quickly.
By the time I got home I was receiving so many phone calls. Firstly, my godsister worked on the 101st Floor of Building 1 at Marsh & McLennan. Secondly, my mother lived a few blocks north in Independence Plaza. Thirdly,my mother-in-law drove a bus daily that passed the World Trade Center. So imagine my pain when I couldn't get in touch with these three people.
With regard to Linda Maier, there was no word from her. On the second day I pulled a tarot card which depicted a woman dressed in white with long blonde hair. When I saw the card I knew she had passed. My godmother is a psychic and Linda came to her in a vision with her deceased mother. She said it had happened so quickly that she had believed it to be an earthquake. That day she was on time (she was always late) and had worn white. Her body was never discovered but we had a lovely memorial service for her. She leaves behind a nine year old daughter, Isa and her love from childhood, Robert Ramirez.
My mother-in-law finally called me at 10pm on Sept. 11th. She was safe and sound. Tbe MTA had rerouted her bus and she was not permitted to travel below Houston Street.
As for my own mother, it was days before I received a call from a police officer who put my mother on the phone. Imagine the tears! I still cry when I think of it. She had been evacuated that day and all phone lines and electrocotu were down for almost a week. The survivor that my mother is, she was already contacting FEMA with regard to a vacuum cleaner that would remove the "white soot that never appears to go away."
As for me, it was a time of such sorrow and joy that will remain etched in my memory forever. It wasn't until that very day that I remembered how I had wound up in Brooklyn. I had been living in a loft apartment a few blocks south of the Empire State Building. Some friends of mine had showed me a movie regarding the prophesies of Nostradamus and warned me that a plane would hit the Empire State Building that July and that the building would collapse on my home. They moved to Austrailia and I fled to Brooklyn. Imagine a year and a half later when these predictions came to fruition.
Veronica Ramirez
www.everywherepromo@hotmail.com
By the time I got home I was receiving so many phone calls. Firstly, my godsister worked on the 101st Floor of Building 1 at Marsh & McLennan. Secondly, my mother lived a few blocks north in Independence Plaza. Thirdly,my mother-in-law drove a bus daily that passed the World Trade Center. So imagine my pain when I couldn't get in touch with these three people.
With regard to Linda Maier, there was no word from her. On the second day I pulled a tarot card which depicted a woman dressed in white with long blonde hair. When I saw the card I knew she had passed. My godmother is a psychic and Linda came to her in a vision with her deceased mother. She said it had happened so quickly that she had believed it to be an earthquake. That day she was on time (she was always late) and had worn white. Her body was never discovered but we had a lovely memorial service for her. She leaves behind a nine year old daughter, Isa and her love from childhood, Robert Ramirez.
My mother-in-law finally called me at 10pm on Sept. 11th. She was safe and sound. Tbe MTA had rerouted her bus and she was not permitted to travel below Houston Street.
As for my own mother, it was days before I received a call from a police officer who put my mother on the phone. Imagine the tears! I still cry when I think of it. She had been evacuated that day and all phone lines and electrocotu were down for almost a week. The survivor that my mother is, she was already contacting FEMA with regard to a vacuum cleaner that would remove the "white soot that never appears to go away."
As for me, it was a time of such sorrow and joy that will remain etched in my memory forever. It wasn't until that very day that I remembered how I had wound up in Brooklyn. I had been living in a loft apartment a few blocks south of the Empire State Building. Some friends of mine had showed me a movie regarding the prophesies of Nostradamus and warned me that a plane would hit the Empire State Building that July and that the building would collapse on my home. They moved to Austrailia and I fled to Brooklyn. Imagine a year and a half later when these predictions came to fruition.
Veronica Ramirez
www.everywherepromo@hotmail.com
Collection
Citation
“story6599.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 22, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/18490.