9-11 Patriot Day
This morning I enjoyed reading one of my favorite blogspots, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Man, a wonderful gardener with gorgeous pictures of what he grows. Todays blog was a little different though, it was mostly about visiting New York City and 9-11, a day none of us will forget.
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My little story has to do with how I heard about 9-11. My sweet Scottie Otis and I had gotten up early and decided it was too beautiful a day to stay home and we took a long walk to to our lake. If you use a lot of short cuts and long cuts, you can make it about three miles and its beautiful all the way. Lots of trees in multi colors,
and cottages to see, sometimes sail boats out, people fishing. So Oatsey and I enjoyed our long, warm walk and arrived back home around 10:30.
The Little Oatboy headed for a nap, and I sat down at the computer to check e-mail. One from a favorite person in Norway! At that time I ran a quilting list and she was one of my favorite people. Her letter began with how sad she was that this terrible thing had happened to my country and she just couldn't imagine what would come of it! You can imagine what a shock these words were to me.
I turned on the television immediately, and saw the pictures of the hit, the explosion and the utter horror on everyone's face. Like everyone else, I was glued to that screen all day long, and more many days afterward. I wrote Sol a note, thanking her for writing so immediately. Then several years later, I wrote her and told her how amazing it had been to hear from Norway what was happening in my country. She said she had no recollection of writing me or anyone on that day. The only important part of this is how small our world has become.
I hope a museum is built on ground zero and that small children might learn to remember those dates too, and honor not only the people who perished, but those who bravely climbed the steps of the buildings, who searched for bodies, who are now suffering from the results of being in the debris. Surely we can never forget it.
Jo, Stella and Zkhat