Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
September 11: Year 8
It's gotten easier, now that time has passed. The immediacy isn't quite so upon us.
And I say this as a young woman who broke down in tears in front of Carmen Agra Deedy when she shared with me the beautiful picture book she wrote about the gift of cows made to America by the Maasai tribe in Africa. That was only six weeks ago.
As my grandparents remember Pearl Harbor, and my parents the day Kennedy was shot: I remember 9/11/01.
I know where I was when the first plane hit (Renaissance Women in Italy History course). I know who the first person I reached on the phone was (Master Sergeant). I can remember shutting off the television because my roommate Cindy and I were so numb from repetition that there were no tears left. I can remember the name of someone who should have been at work that day and wasn't.
I can remember, a year later, tears streaming unashamedly down my face as I was a part of the Rolling Requiem. I remember feeling as though I'd just dropped 100 feet when the NJ Transit train pulled into the daylight--and I realized that I was riding around inside the basement of the towers.
Today, as I imagine it will be for the rest of my life, I will remember.
And I say this as a young woman who broke down in tears in front of Carmen Agra Deedy when she shared with me the beautiful picture book she wrote about the gift of cows made to America by the Maasai tribe in Africa. That was only six weeks ago.
As my grandparents remember Pearl Harbor, and my parents the day Kennedy was shot: I remember 9/11/01.
I know where I was when the first plane hit (Renaissance Women in Italy History course). I know who the first person I reached on the phone was (Master Sergeant). I can remember shutting off the television because my roommate Cindy and I were so numb from repetition that there were no tears left. I can remember the name of someone who should have been at work that day and wasn't.
I can remember, a year later, tears streaming unashamedly down my face as I was a part of the Rolling Requiem. I remember feeling as though I'd just dropped 100 feet when the NJ Transit train pulled into the daylight--and I realized that I was riding around inside the basement of the towers.
Today, as I imagine it will be for the rest of my life, I will remember.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Yarn Giveaway: Winner
Thank you so much to everyone who donated to LFPL over the last month.
Steve has extended his fundraising (with a matching donor offer) to the end of the week, if you're still inclined.
But I promised I'd draw a name today.
I put everyone's name x number of times on a spreadsheet, based on the number they told me they'd donated. I then used random.org to get a truly random number.
The winner is: Ivy.
Ivy, I'll be emailing you for your address to mail the yarn. Thank you everyone for your generosity!!
Steve has extended his fundraising (with a matching donor offer) to the end of the week, if you're still inclined.
But I promised I'd draw a name today.
I put everyone's name x number of times on a spreadsheet, based on the number they told me they'd donated. I then used random.org to get a truly random number.
The winner is: Ivy.
Ivy, I'll be emailing you for your address to mail the yarn. Thank you everyone for your generosity!!
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