Courage and
sacrifice on East Coast
tug our hearts
"To
see the pictures on the television, and then to stand at the base of the
site with asbestos in your eyes and debris dust down your throat, even
with a mask, is unbelievable."
By DANA
DUGAN
Express Staff Writer
It is
nearly too much to grasp. Daily we are told stories—miraculous,
unspeakable, sad and heartbreaking—about survivors and close calls, and
losses..
In fact,
many residents and visitors to the Wood River Valley have connections to
those touched by and traumatized by the terrorist attacks on New York City
and Washington, D.C.
A local
friend, who was in the Army, told of her best friend, a Lt. Colonel
stationed at the Pentagon.
Her office
was in the area that had recently been remodeled. At the time the plane
crashed into that exact space, she was just a corridor away counting money
that had been gathered for a "Hail & Farewell" party for a
fellow officer. She fled the smoke and raging fire, leaving the money on
her desk.
As a
transportation officer, part of her job is mortuary services—which means
that right now she is not just identifying and labeling bodies, but is
notifying families and making arrangements for funerals. While the country
was still in shock as events unfolded Sept. 11, a man in Ketchum’s Toy
Store generously and anonymously donated $5,000 to a local Girl Scout
troop wholly precipitated by one man’s need to do something. The troop
plans to use the money to help other children.
"We
were trying to find some brightness in the day," said troop leader
Betsy Stoll, who had been chatting with the man in the store. "He was
a complete stranger, but we want to show the kids how one person can make
a difference."
Another
local woman, on her way to New York, was stranded in New Brunswick, Nova
Scotia, where she spent the first night in a sports stadium with
approximately 15,000 other stranded fliers.
It’s even—not
surprisingly—affecting plans for events here in the valley. The
CeLABration Auction has been postponed until December. And several
weddings were being held with just a fraction of the guests and family
members present.
One bride,
whose wedding was last Saturday, had no bridesmaids, cousins, aunts,
uncles or college friends. They are all in Boston or in NYC and couldn’t
get flights out.
"It’s
a big gap missing from my life. These are very important people to us, but
we’ve been planning this for ten months and believe that this is the day
we are supposed to get married," she said last week.
•
Back on the
East Coast, Nicole Blackman, a New Yorker and apparently a person of large
heart penned the following e-mail: "The bodies are going on the boats
out. Brooks Brothers downtown has now also been turned into a morgue.
"Next
week relief workers will still need supplies and something to eat. Perhaps
a clean pair of socks may not sound like much, but will be so appreciated
by someone doing the hardest work of their lives."
Blackman
adds, "If you know anyone who lives in the 'hood between 14th street
and the WTC¾ they’re still being told to stay in their homes …
."
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Another
friend, Sissy Biggers, who lives in Connecticut and works in the city, was
on her way to meetings the morning of the attacks before being turned back
at the 125th Street railroad station. She writes:
"I
think it is important to understand how far reaching this massacre is into
the Tri-state area. This is not a 5-mile radius, it’s a whole commuter
culture. One friend, Holly Bannister, was on duty at Bellevue Emergency.
She said that teams of doctors waited for truck loads of injured that
never arrived."
Another
friend said that his colleagues at AON, (a large risk management firm) had
18 minutes to get out of the second tower after the first strike. The
sense is that any one above 82 or 92 in the first tower was doomed.
My friend
added that his company first estimated several hundreds of 1,100 employees
perished. However, they have since been able to account for many of their
staff, although approximately 200 are still missing.
Thousands
of residents of the Battery Park apartments have yet to return to their
apartments, where presumably hundreds of dogs and cats wait to be fed,
though pet food is one of the supplies that has been over donated and sits
unused at the many depot spots for donations.
"Though
we live 50 miles from the epicenter," Biggers adds, "the gray
plume of smoke stretched across Long Island Sound where, on an especially
clear day like the morning of September 11th, one could pick out the
sparkling towers, peeking over the horizon. After the collapse, the white
clouds bleached into the skyline.
Now the
National Guard has taken over the local beach of Sherwood Island (in
Westport Conn.), where EMT vehicles are ready, if need be, to be loaded
aboard a vehicle transport anchored just off shore."
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In a later
e-mail on Friday, Blackman, relates that at Ground Zero and along the West
Side Highway canteens are set up. At the site itself, on Chambers Street,
there are masses of volunteers and immense collections of food, water,
protective masks, socks, power bars, and Gatorade.
Blackman
took sandwiches on her own to St. Vincent’s but they didn’t want them.
Instead, they were directed to take them down a block to Fiddlesticks, a
pub.
"There,
we were told to put them all in a walk-in cooler in the basement, which we
did. The place was packed with sandwiches. Later, every employee there
left their shift to help us load a van. They asked me how else they could
help, where to go, what else we needed.
"If
you are ever in the area, I urge you to walk over to Fiddlesticks, ask for
the manager and thank them profusely. They're Gods.
"I
walked across Christopher Street to the West Side Highway and was stunned
to see so many people clapping, waving flags and cheering the relief and
emergency workers as they drove to and from the site.
"Exhausted
and covered in debris, they smiled and tooted their horns and flashed
their lights at us. Folks, it sounds like something small, but to see how
much everyone appreciated the support—you have no idea. "
Blackman
says that once they were at the canteen at the West Side Highway and
Charlton, they helped pass out food water and masks to relief
workers."
Blackman
then rode in a van with a variety of volunteers, doctors needing a ride, a
state trooper who jumped in to help us get through blockades.
"With
perfect strangers (apt description!) we loaded food, equipment, and
supplies all over the city, all night.
"I met
twenty of the most extraordinary people I've ever met …
"Everyone
made a daisy chain and loaded the van in minutes, thrilled to know their
donations were going straight to the relief workers who most needed them.
All night, we shuttled things all over the city from the Armory to the WTC
site directly to the West Side Highway replenishing resources…
"To
see the pictures on the television, and then to stand at the base of the
site with asbestos in your eyes and debris dust down your throat, even
with a mask, is unbelievable. The rubble is still burning. Buildings are
still falling …
"We
kept working till 1 a.m., then had to walk for an hour across town to
shake it all off. I am still shaking. Cut my hands, broke my nails,
bruises all over. Not sure if I can sleep tonight after what I saw.
Overwhelmed. Nauseous. The need is immense, the workers are
exhausted."
Blackman
advises: "Whatever you're doing to help, keep doing it. They will
need supplies for weeks and months to come and every damn Powerbar is
appreciated like a Christmas gift to an orphan."
•
On Sunday,
New York again adjusted its count of those killed or missing, to 5,007
people. Among the 190 confirmed dead were 37 firefighters, police officers
and paramedics. The death toll in the attack on the Pentagon stood at 188.
New York is
not an easy place to live in the best of times. It’s large and
unweilding, and people who don’t know the city are overwhelmed by its
pace. It’s important to realize that New Yorkers have a singular purpose—expediency.
In this vein one of the e-mails that I have received came from a friend
here in the valley. He heard that Governor Pataki was at one of the
hospitals where injured rescue workers had been taken.
"He
was going around comforting people and stopped by the bed of an injured
firefighter to express his thanks for the dangerous task he was
undertaking. After listening to the governor, the firefighter said—in
thick Brooklyn accent—What did you expect? I'm a New Yorker.
"Having
lived all my life out west," he continues, "I know that there
tends to be an attitude of dismissal of all things Eastern and
metropolitan. There is a tendency to think of New Yorkers as harsh and
unfriendly.
"The
response of the people out there certainly counters that myth and shows
everyone that beneath the brash exterior of New Yorkers is a kind and
caring heart.
"And,
for Westerners I think the events triggered a sense of connection with all
people and all parts of our diverse country. It didn't just happen to some
far off location, it happened to my New York."
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For former
New Yorkers, like myself—who will be a New Yorker, always, at heart—it
makes me want to be there to commiserate and to be a witness and to help
clean up my home town—a town where 8 million people used to live.