tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182996697923712663.post8216535473134011304..comments2023-07-07T05:12:10.391-05:00Comments on Mountain Woman at Heart: Life markersLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10060722558029419610noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182996697923712663.post-59109154691128334672008-09-12T12:13:00.000-05:002008-09-12T12:13:00.000-05:00Your tribute to 9-11 is heart warming as well as t...Your tribute to 9-11 is heart warming as well as thought provoking. I was teaching school and Yes, we turned the TV on. We were told to be very sensitive to children during that time and remain calm. Many parents came and picked up their children from school.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09150435272823668985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182996697923712663.post-63780747239478408652008-09-11T19:40:00.000-05:002008-09-11T19:40:00.000-05:00I was up that early for a meeting. I watched the ...I was up that early for a meeting. I watched the news for a while and then at the meeting we all offered prayers for those impacted by the disaster. The most poignant personal thing I recall was a call from my daughter. She was in her second sememster of teaching k-6 general music. She called and asked how you could teach when your classroom was full of scared students and you were scared yourself. The only answer I had was....let them talk and hug and love them. You all need it.<BR/><BR/>Thought of you yesterday as I turned at your work corner to go visit mom at the nursing home up the street. And thanks for telling me about the farmer's wife blog. We had coffee together yesterday and it was a good timeMaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03427304460897364021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182996697923712663.post-68260336935726242892008-09-11T17:39:00.000-05:002008-09-11T17:39:00.000-05:00On September 10th my son and I were on a flight wi...On September 10th my son and I were on a flight with my brother and his son. I remember looking around and saying to myself, "It's probably not a good idea for all of these family members to be on the same flight." <BR/><BR/>I was working for the local newspaper and on my drive in to work that morning I remember saying to myself, "This is perhaps the most beautiful morning EVER." It was a morning of such stunning beauty. And then I got to work and the newsroom was literally in a panic. I saw grown men and veteran seasoned journalists weep. It was a humbling and terrible experience. I got into a heated discussion with one of the newspaper photographers about the controversy over photographing the people as they jumped to their death. "You must understand" he said, "that this is history and it must be recorded as it really happened, in all it's horror. Many years from now there will be people who will insist that this never happened." I knew he was right and how sad is that??<BR/><BR/>The saddest, saddest thing for me was, in the days following 9/11 to see the CIty of New York literally plastered with photos and flyers begging for information on their loved ones. That was heart wrenching.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06475380451527801666noreply@blogger.com