One World Trade Center Continues To Rise

I took this photo in front of my job in Greenwich Village - looking south. You can see One World Trade Center (formerly known as the Freedom Tower) rising to the right of the rebuilt 7 World Trade. When it's all said and done, One World Trade will be more than twice the height of 7 WTC.

This also gives you an idea of the view I had of the burning (and collapsing) buildings on the morning of September 11, 2001.

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Allison Low of Fayetteville, Arkansas, holds a picture of her sister, Sara Low, during a memorial for 9/11 victims near Ground Zero

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Memories of September 11th

Those of you who have been Dustbunnies for a while know that I repost a couple things each year, and my recollection of the events that happened on September 11, 2001 is one of those posts.  And, as always, I ask that you share YOUR story of what happened to you on that day - no matter where you might have been or how inconsequential it might seem.

As we always learned from our History/Social Studies teachers - those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

September 11, 2001(originally posted on 9/11/07 - updated on 9/10/10)

It was such a beautiful day...

That is the way so many remembrances start when describing September 11, 2001. And the reason is because it was so true. It was a glorious, gorgeous day - until people started dying.

That morning I was in the shower - earlier than usual, for some reason - listening to 1010 WINS, the local all-news station, when I heard them announce "BREAKING NEWS NOW!". The announcer, in a VERY startled tone, said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I don't know if it was his tone or what, but I gasped and backed up against the wall of the shower. I had no idea of any details (it could have been a little plane for all I knew), but I had a HORRIBLE feeling, and started to cry. To this day I can't explain my reaction to such a little bit of information, but it was almost like I could tell this was only the beginning.

When I got out of the shower, I turned on the TV, and tried to call my then-roommate. He was a flight attendant with United Airlines, and was on a trip, so I wanted to make sure he didn't have any connection to this. He picked up the phone - he was on a layover in Chicago, thank God - and was asking me questions like - "Was it a big plane, little plane, or what?". I had NO idea, and based on the pictures I couldn't tell. It was hard to get a good perspective when they were just showing a smoking hole in the building on TV.

Much later we learned that United flight 93 had gone down in Pennsylvania. My roommate had worked that flight many times, and knew one of the flight attendants who died. They held her memorial service at a church a few blocks away from our apartment at the time, which he went to with some of his co-workers.

After speaking to my roommate, I called my coworker and good friend D. As we talked on the phone and watched the news together, the other plane hit. I remember saying it was definitely an act of terrorism. Meanwhile, we were still discussing getting to our job at the restaurant, which is located downtown in Greenwich Village (between Midtown and Lower Manhattan where the WTC is/was). D finally hung up the phone because she had to get going. We knew our bosses would be mad if we didn't come in.

I continued to watch the news, and it suddenly dawned on me that D and I should NOT be heading downtown (toward the WTC) to work - we should be staying home. I still didn't have a grasp on the fact that there were actual people dying in those buildings - it seemed so abstract - but something told me it would NOT be smart to go toward the emergency. I tried to call D back, but she had already left.

I decided I would go downstairs and try to catch a cab or bus (they had already shut down the subway). I thought if D got to work, and I didn't at least try, our bosses would really be pissed at me (especially considering she lived farther away). I walked out of my building and onto 9th Avenue and got a cab immediately. At one point, while stopped at an intersection, someone in the back of a cab beside me said through our open windows - "They just hit the Pentagon and the Sears Tower in Chicago!!". News that day was all over the place - and unconfirmed reports were announced constantly.

While riding downtown I could see smoke, but at one point 9th Avenue makes a little curve left, and I was faced with a FULL VIEW of the smoking buildings. I remember gasping - all of a sudden it was REAL and right in front of me. The traffic started getting really congested - so I decided to walk the rest of the way.

People were all over the streets, just watching the burning buildings. I was walking down one of the side streets in the Village toward my restaurant when I heard everyone scream. The first building had just collapsed, although from where I was I couldn't hear or see anything other than the people around me screaming.  This was the only time I heard yelling - throughout the day I noticed that most people were eerily calm - I think we were all in shock.

By the time I got to my restaurant on 7th Avenue, which previously had a perfect view of the World Trade Center, all I could see was a ton of smoke/debris, and ONE smoking tower. It was unreal. Hundreds of people were walking uptown - it looked like an army of office workers walking calmly away from Downtown.

Even though the restaurant was closed, some random people came in through our unlocked side door - asking to use the restroom or phone, and ended up staying to watch the news. D finally made it in - she was on a subway train when they shut down the system and had to walk from 34th Street. By the time she had arrived, both buildings were gone.

I tried to call my family in Pennsylvania and couldn't get through (all regular circuits were busy and/or damaged). I finally got through to my friend Carl's 800 number at his job. He was in the break room watching the news, but I explained to his coworker who I was, and that I was in New York City, and would she please tell Carl to call my family and let them know I was OK? She was SO helpful and concerned - just like any good Central Pennsylvania resident would be. Carl was able to let my parents know I was OK. Apparently his coworkers went RUNNING around the office looking for him to give him the message.  Throughout the day I got many calls/messages from friends and loved ones making sure I was all right - even though I had no connection to the World Trade Center and didn't go there often.

It soon became obvious that the restaurant wasn't opening that day. So D and I started walking uptown with everyone else (our boss had come in and taken all the money out of the safe in case there was looting - which there wasn't - and padlocked the gates). There were people lined up at payphones, which seemed to work - people's cell phones were hardly working at all.

One of my most vivid memories of that day is walking past St. Vincent's hospital - which was a huge hospital and trauma center located a few blocks north of the restaurant [Note: This historic hospital went bankrupt a few months ago and is now closed]. The St. Vincent's staff were in "emergency mode" - with doctors, nurses, etc., posted outside to take care of the incoming wounded. And they were all just standing around, waiting for injured people who never came. Unreal.

D and I stopped at the Conway store in Herald Square to get her some comfortable shoes - because of course she had her usual "cha-cha sandals" on. We also stopped to get something to eat at a Pizza place on 7th Avenue and to rest a bit. When we finally got to Times Square it was eerily quiet - the thing I remember hearing the most were the fighter planes screeching by overhead. We parted company - she continued to her apartment on the Upper East Side - and I headed to Hell's Kitchen. By the time I got home, I realized I needed a drink - so I ended up walking ANOTHER 10 blocks to find an open liquor store.

Needless to say, that bottle of Bacardi Limon didn't stand a chance............

What do YOU remember from September 11th?

September 11th - Where Were YOU?

Last year on September 11th, I posted links to two posts I did shortly after I started my blog - one about my personal experiences in NYC on 9/11 (HERE), and another about a smiling Firefighter who died on that horrible day (HERE).

I also asked you to tell about your experiences - and I'd like that tradition to continue. Please tell us what it was like for YOU on September 11, 2001 in the comments section.

In Memoriam: NYC Firefighter Angel Juarbe, Jr.

Today is September 11, the day we remember those who died at the hands of terrorists back in 2001. This year I would like to highlight one of the many heroes of that awful day.

Angel Juarbe, Jr. was a firefighter with Ladder Company 12 on September 11, 2001 – and he and his fellow firefighters were working feverishly to get people out of the Marriott hotel at the World Trade Center. Here is an account of Angel’s heroics, published online shortly after the disaster (it refers to him as being “missing”, even though his body was eventually recovered):

Ladder 12, it seems, was not one of the first to arrive at the disaster in the WTC, as was reported last week. Instead the firefighters from Chelsea arrived just after the first tower fell. With the second tower still standing but leaning, Angel and his company entered a hotel connected to the Trade Center. There he and his fellow firefighters slowly made their way up the levels of the hotel, escorting people down out of the building and onward to safety as they went. When some people on one of the higher levels needed actual physical assistance, the firefighters knew that they needed to become less encumbered. They elected to discard some of their emergency equipment. This included the entirety of their supply of rope.

Sometime later, when the team was rescuing people from the 14th floor, the call to evacuate was given. As Company 12 made their way down the stairs of the assaulted hotel, the building lost much of its structural integrity. The building began to groan under the stress, and the stairwells began to evidence this. When Ladder 12 was on about the 4th floor, the stairs below them began to collapse. (This apparently split the company, as some of the firemen were already out of the building.) When the stranded rescuers realized that they were going to need to rappel down the now ravaged stairwell, it became evident that they were going to need their supply of rope. Angel and another of the firefighters in his company were quick to volunteer.

As the two brave men began the long trek back up the stories of the hotel, they came into contact with another firefighter who was in trouble. Angel radioed back to the stranded men on the 4th floor that there was a firefighter who needed assistance. In response, a lieutenant from Ladder 12 left the 4th floor and began his own journey up the stairs of the hotel. At this point, the unimaginable happened. The World Trade Center's north tower collapsed. This was at 10:28 AM.

Amazingly, the firefighters stranded in the 4th floor stairwell all survived and are now accounted for. Apparently the stress caused one of the walls in the stairwell to collapse before the building proper, allowing the firemen to fall to the street below. Four stories, but all are apparently okay. Sadly, Angel and the two other rescuers from Ladder Company 12 are still unaccounted for. They were willing to pay the ultimate price for their firemen brothers, and they may have done just that.

Less notably, Juarbe was the winner of the Fox television reality competition, Murder In Small Town X. They announced him the winner on September 4th, and exactly one week later he was dead.

Juarbe also once posed for an FDNY calendar…

May he rest in peace.