dievca took her last PATH train trip to Manhattan on Feb. 25th 2014. She didn’t realize that the new WTC (World Trade Center) PATH station was opening that day. As the PATH train spit out its passengers, dievca looked around and asked herself, “Where the HELL am I?” and “Who was stupid enough to build something so white in NYC?”.
At that point the Exterior of the station hadn’t been completed:
But, apparently, the station was opened on May 6th, 2015.
Will dievca get down there to see it? Maybe….if she goes shopping at Century 21 sometime in the future. XO
To benefit the 9/11 Memorial, we crafted this updated version of one of our most memorable ties. This iconic “BB#1” striped tie is hand finished in our workrooms in New York City in the black and teal colors of the 9/11 Memorial logo. Wear it each 9/11 anniversary to honor those who fell and those who rose in response. Brooks Brothers will donate 100% of profits, but in any event no less than $40.00 per tie, from the sale of the Tie to the 9/11 Memorial. Pure silk woven in England. 3¼” width. 58″ length. Dry clean.
I watched 9/11 unfold on a large movie screen at a University classroom in Europe. I was not in NYC.
I have mixed feelings about the 9/11 activities from the Children of 9/11 perspective.
If a regular Child’s Father or Mother passes away, the reminder of the death is private and can be honored/not honored by the Child in their own way and their own time. The NYC 9/11 activities pull a Parent’s death to the forefront of a Child’s mind, yearly. Making it a spectacle, an emotional drain. I know of 9/11 Kids going back and watching the YouTube videos of people jumping during this time of year and Parent’s worrying about it. I have heard of the other Parents moving from NYC to get away from the memories.
What is the right way? What is the wrong way to honor a crisis?
I lean towards whatever is best for the Children. Whatever that may be~
As WWI and WWII move from our collective memories
— is that bad for humanity? Or is it better to move on?
Last year, I watched the Children read the names of the fallen. I wondered if they wanted to read names, needed to take part, were told to do it, felt obligated to read names, felt guilt and had to join in?
I don’t know what is right.
I sit and wonder.