Wow, it's the 8th anniversary of the Sept 11 attacks.

hatfeathers

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Wow, it\'s the 8th anniversary of the Sept 11 attacks.

I had a brief sit down for TV this afternoon and was just knocked over when Oprah said it was the 8th anniversary of the attacks.

I was pregnant when it happened, and remember watching on a fuzzed up rabbit-ear tele at the sign shop. I don't think anything got done that day. I was in a daze, and wondering if the world would settle out again before my baby had to come out of his safe little hidey place.

I'm still a little stunned thinking about it, and pondering the state of the world since.

Peace to you all....
Jenn
 
It's almost 11pm here and I've been wondering all day whether any of my US friends here would make mention of that fateful day. I didn't have children at the time. We had two friends staying with us from North Carolina when it happened. One of them decided to stay with us for a few extra days, and the other one was on his way home (mid-air on an American Airline plane) when the attacks happened. He was diverted to an airport in Canada and had to stay there for quite a few days.

Our other friend finally got home after a week - it was a very weird experience to say the least. I never watch CNN being over here but I did just happen to put it on that morning. It was a beautiful sunny day and we'd been out for a walk, doing a spot of sightseeing and then to the local pub for a couple of beers. On our return I thought it would be nice for Steve to see what was happening back home in the US. I remember shouting him to come and see what was happening and then we were just glued to our seats for the rest of the day watching those hideous scenes evolve.

I'd been to New York just 4 months before that and visited the Twin Towers. My husband and friends all wanted to go to the top of course but I felt sick at the thought of it. Lucky for me, it was very cloudy that day so we couldn't go up there anyway - the top floor was above the clouds. I feel sick every time I think of those poor souls. My thoughts go out to all those people - family and friends who were directly or indirectly affected by what happened that day.
 
I was in NY working on my research at FIT. I had missed my subway stop and went almost to the WTC when they announced that there was a problem. I boarded the next subway back to my stop, walked through the bookstore and heard the announcement on the radio. I called home and left a message for Charlie.

Charlie was a mtg. at the Hilton. (52nd). They announced the events at the break and he walked down to FIT (27th) to get me. Naturally I was not ready to leave so we waited until he was hungry, then we looked for a place for lunch and walked to the hotel at Park and about 46th. By this time there was no transportation.

It was a strange time. We had to stay in NY until Fri. because they kept cancelling our plane reservations. Then we took a taxi to Newark, rented a card, and drove to Chicago. We flew home the next day.

My DIL had been in Thailand and flew back to Chicago the same day. My son was more than a little stressed.

When I finally returned home, someone had stolen the antique jardinere next to my front door. (We got it back.--That's another story.) C
 
Oh yeah, I'll never forget that day. I was in the office and we first heard it on the radio - it was afternoon here then. I tried to find out more on the internet, but all the news websites were down.

My mom flew to Australia that day - I remember her calling me from the airport in Zurich and asking me what was going on. I didn't know what to tell her first. Gladly, she didn't think about canceling her flight or panic. She was going to visit her friend, and that was it. Her connecting flight to London was diverted to Southampton, where the runway was barely long enough. British Airways paid her a taxi to Heathrow and she actually made it on her flight! That only because she'd changed her reservation to an earlier connecting flight only a few days before as she'd noticed that the flight she had first booked was late every day.

My dad was in Mexico City on business trip - he'd flown there on American Airlines, and I was madly trying to contact him there to tell him to fly home on another airline. I called his office here in Zurich to find out the number of the office in Mexico (at the time, his swiss mobile phone didn't work down there). They had no time for me at his office here and I thought that they were just horrible - what I didn't know that some of my dad's colleagues, one of which I knew too, were in NY, and had been staying at the hotel next to the WTC... of course that was much more to worry about. Gladly though, those guys had already left the hotel when it happened - and I got hold of my dad the next day, and he flew home on Lufthansa - though there was the question first if the company was going to pay for that or not - which I couldn't understand at all (they did pay in the end). The people who'd been in NY came home on the company CEO's private plane after all.

I can't remember how I got through the rest of the day til I got to go home. The train ride took almost an hour, and I think I was crying all the way. I just wanted to go home to at least send dad an e-mail - and then the train got stuck for about half an hour, just before a station, and there was no explanation or anything, the train just stood there. I thought I was gonna go crazy...

The one thing that picked me up though was grandpa, who called and left me first a long message on my mobile's message box - I hadn't even know that he had my mobile number. It was just great to hear him and then talk to him - he's always been a very practical and level-minded person. Just sort of what I needed to get me to calm down. He's not one to call a lot, but he called me a few times as long as I was "home alone". Grandpa knows best ;) .

What I couldn't help thinking about, when it had become clear what had happened, was the novel "The Sum of All Fears" (not the movie - they changed the plot for that) by Tom Clancy - and the end of "Debt of Honour", also by him. About 10 years earlier, he had already thought up scenarios that went into the same direction... chilling!

I worked in a travelagency then and had just two days before informed my boss that I was looking for a new job - I'd been there three years, and it was my first job after being a trainee. Well, of course there were suddenly almost no job openings anymore.
I remember we'd had a lot of bookings for the US that September, and a lot of people couldn't travel, because all flights had been suspended. Well, a lot of them didn't want to go anymore at all. There were even those who didn't want to go to Greece anymore... I had a couple who'd booked their honeymoon in California, and I think they were on one of the first flights from Zurich to the US once the flights had been taken up again. They were eager to go all the same and sent us even a postcard, telling us how much they were enjoying their trip.
Swissair went bankrupt in October and the Swiss travel industry went totally down the drain. So - job situation even worse. I stayed on in my job until my boss couldn't keep me any longer. I found a new job pretty much at the last minute the next February - with a specialist touroperater for the Middle East! And lost it again the year after because of the war in Iraq... and had to lose yet another job to get in with the company that I didn't get in with after 9/11. And I'm still there!

Karin
 
Thank god day my stepbrother was late to work that day he worked at the very top of the trade center with the radio towers. He was in the subway a block away. Waiting the day to see who came home or who did not. Because everyone pretty much had to walk out of the city and try to make it to a place where they could catch a ride home. I waited with my best friend waiting to see if her husband was going to make it home.

At the end of the day we looked to see what cars were left in the comuter parking lot. My freind who works in deomlitian went right down to the site to see what he could do. Most every demo guy went right down there because they had the equipment available to move stuff....

I had the jitters for a longtime. Alot of people who made it home that just day dont talk about it. Many people who were at site that night dont talk about it either. Aftre the 11th they worked for months doing work noone would ever want to with the hope of IDing victims so there could be closure for many of the families who had no bodies to bury.

I just hope they dont drag things out every year so there can be closure. Watching TV is like having a bandaide ripped off a healing wound.

-Chris
 
I can't imagine actually knowing families with people there, as I still feel a sting just as a fellow citizen. I suppose if I played the 6 degrees of separation I could find one that I knew, but it would be a wide circle away from people I know personally.

Did I hear Tony Blair correctly when on Letterman, that the tower attack killed more British citizens than any other terrorist act?
 
my dear sweet SIL's brother was one of the firefighters that helped, and was lucky enough to live through it; the stories make one's stomach lurch...

i was w/my dad in the hospital: he had just had his 5th heart attack a couple days before, and we were waiting for the doc to come in and give him his "options" ~ after seeing it happen he whispered "i don't think i want to live on an earth like this anymore..." and passed later that September.

8 years. some days it DOES seems like years ago, others, not so much.

Karin, your Grandpa sounds like a sweetie!
 
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