Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remembering Nine Eleven and then...

It's Nine Eleven. I feel like I should ask for a minute of silence to observe the sanctity of this occasion, an event or events that shook us to our collective core when those hijacked jet planes flew into the Trade Center Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and that field where so many people lost their lives. I clearly recall seeing it happen on TV and the absolute state of disbelief for seeing something so incomprehensible. My heart goes out to all the families who lost loved ones, the lost mom's, dads, uncles, aunts, children, grandparents, brothers, sisters, husbands and wives, fire fighters and police officers' families... There was a link on Kim Mailhot's blog yesterday that warmed my heart...I will post it here so after you observe this tragedy in what ever way you choose to remember it, I hope I can help bring you up to a better feeling day with Kim's post. Thank you Kim for giving me permission to link to your post. I highly recommend watching all three videos she has on that post. You will feel better for having done so.


  1. we were working in kuwait then, very tough place to be at that stage. we will all remember. am taking a bloggy break lynnie. happy birthday to the adrobale twins. later

  2. Peace prayers and silence. Can't find the videos.???

  3. Lynn, thank you for this moving post and for linking....

    On 9/11, I awoke early (for my job) - turned on the tv just as the second plane hit. I couldn't immediately fathom what I had just seen. When the reality hit me, I thought of "C" who was living in Brooklyn at the time - but whose photographic studio was just next to the Twin Towers - and often he took his film there early. I also thought of a friend of mine, a recent SF transplant to NYC - who worked in Tower II on the 68th floor. I tried to reach both of them - but of course, could not.
    I went to work to help keep my mind going....

    My friend finally e-mailed me with the heading - "I am alive". It was her day to come in late....she lost all of her colleagues who worked early that day. Three months later, she moved back to SF...too much emotion to stay there.

    "C" could not get through until 6:00 p.m. that night....we both cried for about 5 minutes straight before we could say anything.

    We must never forget......


    ♥ Robin ♥

  4. I think everyone can remember where they were that moment in time when we heard/saw this devestation. It really was the end of our 'peace' here how we knew it. No more hopping a plane without a long line and scans & other things.Its hard to forget.

  5. The photo books for the kids are great! I made two photo pillows with pockets for cassette tapes (remember those???) for my daughter and a friend of hers...out of tiger faux fur (they were around 13 years old then), and the muslin photo fabric sewn in was a picture of the Hanson boys (remember Oom Bop???) we wish we still had those pillows...

    I hope they will cherish these books forever!!!


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