“SEPTEMBER 11TH REMEMBERED”
…………I remember that morning well………….What a glorious Sept morning it was here on the Long Island Sound. It was the first cool crisp morning of Sept……a cloudless blue sky…..everything wonderful about the coming of fall was in the air………I was in the kitchen squeezing oranges for our morning juice. Jac was upstairs in her mother’s room getting her ready for the day. I turned on the TV and put on the morning news…..everything was normal, and the big discussion was about the beautiful weather……then, in a split second, everything changed……It was reported a plane had flown into one of the buildings of the World Trade Towers, and at first it was thought to be a private plane. No one even thought that it might be a commercial plane. The live pictures started coming in. I ran upstairs and turned the TV on in Marianne’s room [Jac’s mother], and we watched in amazement and horror. Then Jac’s mother said another plane flew into the other building, but we thought it was a rerun of the first plane…..we were wrong…………….That is the day the world changed for all Americans…..never to be the same again. As more and more news came in and the true story was being told…I felt sicker and sicker. Then the news of two more planes, and the Pentagon was hit. My nephew James worked and continues to work in the pentagon….he was safe. We all know what happened in the days and weeks that followed. Where I live many people worked in the financial district of NY, and many worked in the towers…..they never came home. When the names of the passengers on the planes was finally released , after the families were formally notified, I found out I knew someone on the plane from Boston that hit the first tower……………..Today is the day to remember, and there will be many services in my community, but there isn’t a day that I don’t remember the plume of smoke we could see from our lawn on that glorious morning rising from the ruble of what once were two magnificent buildings…..the pride of NYC.
I only wish that the children today, like my nephews Jonathan and Peter’s two newborns, could know what it was like to grow up in the innocent 50s. Where our days were filled with hide go seek, tag, cowboys and Indians, King of the Hill………a “Dick and Jane” life………..What happened?…………..Today is another day, another time, and nothing will ever bring back those wonderful days….Today we pray and remember, and hope for a better tomorrow……………………………………..God Bless…………………………much Love………………………………Louis