I remember that at the time I was working at Shakespeare & Company and had just arrived at work. It was such a beautiful September day, the type of day felt that everything was so right with the world. My husband called me and told me about the first plane hitting, so we all switched to CNN on our computers for streaming video. After the second plane hit, we all went home to be with our families.
At the time, my oldest daughter lived in the village in NYC and attended law school in the village. Very few people had cell phones at the time, so we could not contact each other. It felt like the end of the world and not hearing from my daughter made it so much worse. Finally she called and in true mom fashion, I told her to get to a bank , get money, water, food, flashlight. I was already thinking of plans to get her out of the city, if she could walk far enough away, we could fill up our car and drive down to the city, get her in the Bronx and take her away from the horrors that followed. She did stay in the city and the village at 14th street became the point of no return
As I watched the buildings go down, I felt heart-lights going out for everyone.
My [parents had lived in the village on 10th Street for many years and from their living room window, you could see the twin towers. My dad often painted or did collages of the World Trade Center. Many times we all went there for an event, children's book exhibits, dance performances. My dad would drop us off and then find a place to park. It was so big and beautiful. Not once did I ever think of all the people that worked there, or all the businesses that were in the buildings. It was just a place that was there, shinning high in the great NYC skyline.
The weekend before 9/11, I had been in the city. My youngest daughter went to see the Michael Jackson comeback concert at Madison Square Garden. When we drove back to Mass. on Sunday, the sun was shinning on the city and I usually turn around to look at the skyline as we exit the city on the bridge. For some reason, I didn't do that this time, I just had an unsettling feeling about the city. I often wonder how many people felt that way too before 9/11 happened. Knowing that after that day, our lives would never be the same.
We all sat in front of our TV's and computers and watched the buildings go down taking with it husbands, wife's, mothers, fathers, children, rich and the poor, it just didn't matter. Everyone was equal.
Our world has changed allot since that day, and I don't think for the better.
One of the reasons I started this website was because all of our governments funds are now focused on all the wrong things in life, war and hate. There is no money left for the arts and the things that make our earth a better place to live in
If I can help even one person to give back beauty to other people, then I have done a good job during my time here in our universe.
These are my feelings about 9/11. I'm sure everyone has their own personal thoughts about that day, and I am sure that all of us will NEVER forget that day.
