Today’s installment of our Ride to Church feature that we usually run on Sundays is a Walk to the World Trade Center Memorial site, which my family visited in June of this year while spending a week in New York City. As I’m sure is the case with people the world over, my thoughts this morning have been turned to that event. It’s one of those events, like JFK’s assassination or when Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, that I’ll never forget. We were living in our first house in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Brent was teaching at LSU. I was home with the girls, who were 18 months and 3 1/2. Kennedy went to a pre-school in the mornings and Marin stayed home with me on Tuesday and Thursday mornings when I wasn’t teaching (so I could assuage my Mormon-mother guilt). We were getting ready in the morning and I had flipped the TV channel to the Today show, where I first saw the footage. I tried to call Brent, but he was in class. I remember crying a bit, but it was all very confusing and I didn’t know what was happening. I walked Kennedy to school, where all the moms and teachers there were similarly confused. I left her there and went home and sat in front of the TV with Marin and just watched, horrified.
This summer, I wanted the kids to see the World Trade Center site in NYC. Kennedy had seen part of it on a school trip the year before, but none of the memorial was done, so she wanted to go back. Marin and Stuart thought it was all just too sad and didn’t want to go, but we made them. They were glad to have seen it, in a way. It was surreal to be there and to take it all in. To imagine all the sadness and misery that took place on that day and in the days and years since.
So here are a few of our family’s pictures. We spent the morning walking over the Brooklyn bridge and then had Grimaldi’s pizza before heading back over to the World Trade Center site in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day in the city.