"I started photographing my domestic world and writing not just about what I had made,
but why I made it, examining the thoughts that accompany creativity and the act of making."
Jane Brocket from The Gentle Art of Domesticity p. 189 UK edition

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten years ago today a friend called my husband and me.  He told us to turn on the tv.  It was around 9am Pacific time.  Shock!  Horror!  Fear!  Our oldest son was eventually able to contact us to let us know that he watched in disbelief as he waited for public transport from his home in Queens to his job in NY City, and saw the twin towers disappear.  Eventually I was able to contact a friend from the town of our former residence 100 miles north of NY City, to check on the husband of a former co-worker.  Her husband had been trapped and rescued in 1993 when the WTC was bombed.  On 9/11 he miraculously escaped the the WTC before the towers collapsed.

Today I put two pictures on a scrapbook page.  The pictures were taken in 1987 when my husband took his mom, her dad, and our youngest daughter to see the Statue of Liberty.  In one picture the twin towers firmly stand in the back.  In the other picture the Miss Liberty boat is shown preparing to go to the Statue of Liberty.

As I look at the pictures today, I am reminded how precious  life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness is.  I am humbled to be able to enjoy all three.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. That was an awesome post.

    September 11th is the day before my birthday. I remember watching it on tv in Maryland. I was in one of the halls of the college I was attending, half thinking it had to be a joke and half scared out of my mind. Life is very precious.


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