tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post661380679676125053..comments2023-10-03T10:49:12.285-06:00Comments on Little Pink Houses: In MemoryOmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193367587292656589noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post-34256099143231742942010-09-16T14:04:00.591-06:002010-09-16T14:04:00.591-06:00I was in my car on the way to school. I turned the...I was in my car on the way to school. I turned the radio on and the DJ's were trying to decide if it was a hoax or not. And then when the second tower got hit. oh. man. I actually still get shaky thinking about it all.Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723136797858906341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post-74210207982192846922010-09-16T13:23:12.370-06:002010-09-16T13:23:12.370-06:00My daughter was 3 weeks old and as I held her and ...My daughter was 3 weeks old and as I held her and nursed her and recovered from childbirth I just sat on the couch all day and watched the news. Absolutely dumbfounded at the events. Long enough that my oldest who was 3 at the time, wanted to know if we could watch sesame street instead of that "plane hitting the building movie" over and over. <br /><br />That and trying to get ahold of my parents on the phone (I am from DC) to see if they were okay. No calls were going through, so I just worried about them all day, not that they worked at the pentagon, but still we were close enough. The phones were so tied up the phone company was letting people record a message to their loved ones and then they'd send it out to them as the phone lines opened up. Relief!Heathernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post-52835215634005443712010-09-14T10:00:48.957-06:002010-09-14T10:00:48.957-06:00I was 5 months pregnant with my first daughter and...I was 5 months pregnant with my first daughter and I remember wondering what I was doing bringing a baby into a world where terrible things like that could happen. I also remember being annoyed when my stomach rumbled at 10:15, like it did every day during my pregnancy. I couldn't imagine eating but I had to!belhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247590943276439138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post-73679176147650770032010-09-12T17:36:54.790-06:002010-09-12T17:36:54.790-06:00I was walking between the classes I taught at Sout...I was walking between the classes I taught at Southern VA University when someone asked, "Did you hear about the planes crashing into the New York World Trade Center?<br /><br />I immediately turned and ran back to the office of one of the other teachers who was watching it on their computer or TV (can't remember which, only the full-color screen, playing the crashes over and over.) I absolutely couldn't take it in. I thought it must be some kind of pretense, or national security test, or something like the radio broadcast of "War Of The Worlds" back in the '30s, which so many people thought was live news. <br /><br />But after watching it over and over, I knew it was real. I was stunned! Dumbfounded! How could anyone do this? How? How? I could not get my head around the concept. I was equally touched later when I saw the dram-U-mentary of the plane where the passengers took over and made the plane crash before it hit the white house. Calling their loved ones and saying goodbye. Knowing they must die with only minutes of notice in order to save other lives, and maybe our country. I still tear up at the thought.<br /><br />Those of us who are older, born before 1953, remember the horror of watching on TV while President Kennedy was shot in the head before the camera. Watching while Lindon Johnson took the oath of office on Airforce 1 with Jackie Kennedy holding the Bible. Seeing the blood on her pink and navy suit, and the stunned, grim determination on her face. That was more up close and personal. <br /><br />And the bombing of Pearl Harbor. My Dad tells me how stunned and horrified he was to hear of it the next day because he had the radio off on Sunday. He wept. Tens of thousands of men enlisted in the Service that Monday, knowing it meant war.<br /><br />Time will tell which of those and other events most shaped the future direction of our world.<br /><br />Thanks for reminding us, Arianne.Financial Aid for Collegehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07421939255186853149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post-26800819883722635662010-09-12T16:31:05.033-06:002010-09-12T16:31:05.033-06:00I remember every single detail of that day from wh...I remember every single detail of that day from what I was wearing to crazy details like walking into my bedroom to get the phone sitting in the middle of my bed and the exact outfit I was wearing and how I kept wondering if I would need to go to work (my office was 2 blocks away and I was simply dazed about it all for several hours). But what sticks with me the most and always reminds me of that day is the absolutely perfectly blue, cloudless sky over NYC. The wind blew all of the smoke from the towers south toward Brooklyn so after the towers both fell the only thing strange was this sort of free Tuesday where everyone was walking around the City offering half-smiles of comfort to one another as we searched for a way to help and also a way to get away from all the pain on tv. Oh, and the big gaping empty space in the skyline. So strange to remember how perfect the weather was. And how empty the streets were - no cabs, just giant earth moving machines driving down Broadway. <br />Thanks for your thoughts.Alyssahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17441379622104779825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153439800823000090.post-83634921392200842092010-09-12T15:12:43.517-06:002010-09-12T15:12:43.517-06:00I was riding in my carpool to junior high. One of ...I was riding in my carpool to junior high. One of the boys said a plane had hit the World Trade Buildings.<br /><br />I had no idea what those buildings were, or the severity of what he meant, or anything, and I was dumb, so my first reaction was, "Cool." (I'm ashamed of it.)<br /><br />Then that guy started yelling at me and I didn't understand why. He made me upset.<br /><br />Finally my band teacher (or was it someone in band class?) explained it to me and I realized how serious it was. I felt detached, but I understood. The real gravity of the event didn't strike me until later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com