9/11

I’ll never forget the date,  almost 20 years ago,   that my husband’s college roommate Joel came from Newton,  Mass to spend a few days with us in New York  –  it was September 10,  2001.

On that Monday Joel drove down from Newton to JFK.   His cousin and her three kids were arriving from Israel and Joel picked them up at the airport and took them to their Times Square hotel.

He waited until they had settled in and arranged to come back to meet them the next morning.    Originally a Brooklyn boy,  Joel knew New York well and planned to show his cousins the city over the next few days.  He had even booked a table at Windows on the World,  the upscale restaurant with the spectacular view atop the North Tower of the World Trade Center.

Then Joel left the hotel and drove uptown to our apartment where he would stay with us while his cousins were in town.   But the next morning,  knowing the previous travel day had been tiring for his cousin and the kids,  Joel called them to suggest they have a leisurely breakfast at their hotel,  relax,  and wait for him to come a bit later.

Then Joel,  Danny and I sat down for our own leisurely breakfast.  Danny would go in late to his midtown office,   and I luckily was on a late time schedule at the Bronx high school where I worked.

But as we chatted over coffee,   two planes flew into the twin towers and our leisurely morning was not to be.

Joel called his cousins again and told them not to leave the hotel,  and throughout that horrific day thousands and thousands of other calls were made by New Yorkers frantically trying to reach loved ones.

Thinking I could be helpful in comforting the students,   against Danny’s protests I drove up to the Bronx.   Of course I found the school in turmoil,  many students had parents who worked downtown and they were desperately trying to reach them,   and many teachers had family or friends who worked or lived downtown as well.    A colleague of mine had neighbors – a husband and wife – who both worked in the WTC.   He learned later they both perished,  their young children instantly orphaned.

That day we did what we could to console and calm our students and each other,  those with cause were allowed to leave the building,  and then as I remember,   the principal dismissed us early.

And then I realized I was stuck – all the bridges and tunnels in and out of Manhattan had been closed,  the buses and subways weren’t running,  and there was no way I could get from the Bronx back home.  But my friend and colleague Vivian lived in the Bronx and offered to put me up.

That night Vivian and I walked a few blocks from her apartment to a restaurant for dinner.   We found the streets eerily empty,   the other diners silent,  and of course the mood somber.

When we got back to the apartment and were watching those haunting images of the attacks on TV,    Vivian’s brother-in-law called.   He worked a block from the Towers,    but had reached the family earlier and they knew he was safe.   Now he was calling to ask if we were watching news clips of the jumpers  – the many men and women who held hands and jumped from windows to escape the inferno,  surely knowing they were jumping to their death.

“Yes,  we’re watching it on TV.”,   Vivian told him.

“I was on the street,”  he said,   “I saw them jumping with my own eyes.”

The next morning  Vivian drove us back to school.   Some of the bridges had reopened and I got my own car and drove home.   Although I live on 90th Street,  almost ten miles from ground zero,  there was a burning smell in the air that lasted for days.

Had Joel’s cousins’ flight been a day later,  or had he taken them for breakfast at Windows on the World instead of lingering at our place,  or had Vivian’s brother-in-law worked a bit nearer the Towers who knows what their fates may have been.

They were among the lucky,  but on that sunny September morning in New York so many others were not.

Dana Susan Lehrman

6 Comments

  • Powerfully told. I’m frozen in the moment. Once again, honoring all who rose to lend a hand, grieving for all who fell victim then and in the aftermath and praying for humanity, still. Still.

  • Very gripping Dana. I am one of your biggest fans. Puts me back in my office In Miami, seeing kids. My initial reaction was “oh shit. A PiperCub must have hit the building. Then the father of the child I was seeing, an ex NewYork cop ran out of the exam room his cellphone ringing. I heard him yelling and crying in the hall. Many of his old coworkers were in the building. Another Holocaust story like the hundreds of thousands we are hearing about every day! It seems like we, mankind, just don’t learn.

  • Thanks for writing about this. I, too, was at school in the Bronx on that day, and I am still unsure how I got back to my apartment in Manhattan amid all the confusion.

  • Horrific day. This brought back vivid memories. She
    My sons were working in the city that day and I was frantically trying to reach them and finally I did.
    Ron and I had scheduled our wedding 9/21 & were worried that family members might not be able to fly to NY. The day of our wedding was probably the first day everyone was able to smile.

  • I came into New York not long after; the acrid smell in the air, piles of flowers by the fire stations. Unspeakable horror and grief, and heroism too. Thank you for capturing it.

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