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  • September 11, 2008 02:34 PM EDT by Elizabeth MacDonald

    9/11, My Hometown Remembers

    Ok, those who know me understand I detest all things self-referential.

    My family actually gets an allergic skin reaction from any such behavior, including those who take themselves seriously. Treacly emotion, not for us, even a Hallmark card puts us in a diabetic coma.

    But I can't help it, not today.

    Like too many other towns in the New York area, the 9/11 terrorist attacks killed loved ones in my hometown of Rockville Centre, at least 65 people. My beautiful sister Catherine married a fireman on September 9th, two days before 9/11. Chris, who I adore, dug out his brother-in-law, also a fireman, from the demolished lobby of the World Trade Center, pushed underground, that New Year's eve. My brothers and sisters knew many who passed away.

    Uppermost in my mind is how the good people of Rockville Centre responded, just like the entire Tri-state area responded--with kindness and compassion.

    Uppermost in my mind, too, is how the good people around the country responded to perfect strangers, sending letters, notes, school children signing banners with messages of love and care to us tough New Yorkers, made out of anything they could get their hands on, even the sheets they took off of their beds.

    It still brings me and my friends to tears, the memory of the messages you sent that hung on banners around Ground Zero. You stepped up.

    New Yorkers needed you, those of you who saw the pain, who reached out. New Yorkers haven't forgotten Americans across the country who stood with those who lost loved ones. They never will.

    For the people of Rockville Centre, a leafy Long Island town 45 minutes from Manhattan, it was painful to see guys who I went to school with, grew up with, gone.

    Neighbors who had prayed long into their night that their father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter, husband or wife would come home, only to find out they were gone.

    Then the funerals and dealing with the sinking realization that their loved ones will never come home.

    People were falling to their knees onto their heads crying, at home, in the shower, in the hallway.

    It's a pain that we've all gone through in our lives, I know you have too, dear readers. This was crushing.

    The pain still runs thick and deep.

    Rockville Centre is a town of New York City financial services professionals, firefighters, police officers.

    Rockville Centre is the home of Doris Kearns Goodwin, the Pulitzer Prize-winning historian, who used her childhood there as the basis for her book Wait Until Next Year, about her love affair with the Brooklyn Dodgers. Marilyn French, author of The Women's Room, is a native.

    Rockville Centre is a place, too, where, on a hot summer day in the 60s and 70s, local priests were seen, in all irony, blessing cars exiting from the church parking lot on the way to the beach, using dashes of holy water.

    Like many areas around the city, Rockville Centre was punched hard by 9/11.

    But my hometown, this commuter-belt community, 45 minutes from Manhattan by train, looked death squarely in the face and mobilized.

    Priests from St. Agnes Cathedral, the eighth-largest Catholic diocese in the country, made themselves available 24 hours a day. The church immediately held services.

    I can remember, after receiving communion at one of the funerals at St. Agnes, turning around and getting set back on my heels.

    Most everyone in the packed cathedral were kneeling with their heads in their arms on the pews in front of them, a dense, unrelenting vacuum of desolation.

    I can't forget this and I never will.

    But along with the sadness, families immediately went on the move. For example, they dropped off pots and plates piled high with food at the Rockville Centre Recreation Center for families in need.

    They took children in if parents were needed elsewhere. They made phone calls, they cleaned, they did laundry for those affected. Or they stood there silently, they sat in one another's company, hoping the kindness of their presence, a shoulder to cry on, would be enough, unusual approaches, maybe, for this unsentimental town.

    And the families who lost loved ones themselves went on the move. I remember how the families of Stephen Tighe, 41, and Timothy O'Brien, 40, both now gone, responded. Tighe and O'Brien, both natives of Rockville Centre, were brothers-in-law and fathers of young children. Both worked in securities trading on the 105th floor of the World Trade Center at Cantor Fitzgerald, a global securities firm that suffered the heaviest losses of staff.

    I can remember their father, Bernard O'Brien, telling me: "I got strength from Timmy. He was the rock of our family. Both he and Steve took things nice and easy; they never got too excited, they got things done."

    O'Brien spoke at a series of nine masses at St. Agnes the weekend after the attack. Mourners stood five deep in the aisles to listen to his moving tribute, where he read the names of the missing and gave thanks to the community.

    Like the O'Briens, other families hurt by terrorist attacks in my hometown looked ahead.

    "So many people waste their time complaining about stupid things. You really want to make the most of life," Bonnie O'Connor told me at the time. O'Connor's younger brother John Ahern was the victim of another tragedy, Pan Am Flight 103, which blew up over Lockerbie, Scotland, in 1988 (I grew up with John, he was also my childhood boyfriend).

    "You get so much extra energy from this grief you don't know what to do with it. If you don't do something with it, it can really eat you up and destroy you," O'Connor said at the time.

    O'Brien agreed.

    For instance, at the masses where he spoke, he made this final remark: "I asked everybody to make themselves a promise. I asked that they would never let a day go by that they wouldn't give their loved ones a hug and tell them that you loved them, because you never know when the opportunity won't present itself again."

    O'Brien added: "The tissue papers came out," and seeing the compassion enveloping him in a warm bear hug of an embrace, that's when he started to cry.

    And each time he spoke, O'Brien got a standing ovation.

    PS Being a (horribly lapsed) Catholic, who fears bursting into flames if she walks by a church, I do very much love a number of saints who help me through times of trouble, one being Saint Dismas, a man whose name has been lost to the sands of time. He made the ultimate leap of faith that still rings down through the centuries that has grabbed my heart for good. A thief, he didn't question, he didn't say, "If though art Lord," instead he said with the simple clarity and purity of a humble soul, "Lord." 

    And if you know who he is, then you get what I mean.

chuck

Liz here's my Sept 11th. Title:SMOLDERING SMOKE ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY. For me it was normal beautiful September morning. I came to my cubicle here in USACE Army District Vicksburg Ms. Like today, Tuesday was a lovely day,a lovely morning. I was sitting at desk in front of my pc answering and reading email. When on WQBC talk radio CBS news breaks in with Dan Rather:"SMALL PLNE CRASHES INTO THE TOWER." Imeediately my ears get glued. During those fifteen minutes news comes. Unclear and vague. Around 9am I bolt up from my desk and when I get to the break room a dozen employees are glued to CNN. Then I saw it. I couldn't believe it. The twin towers on spewing dark smoke on beautiful day. I don't how long I remained in breakroom for all sudden time moved like realtime. By 930am news bullentin breaks in a plane crashed into the pentagon; and after the first tower has fallen. Another bullentin breaks in: another plane crash in the fields in Pennslyvania. All of us realized something is terribly wrong our work day has been shaken up. Our colonel breaks in announcing to employees to park thier cars in more secure locaions. Since we didn't get work done we wonder the hallways trying to learn info. Even here Vicksburg runors were flying of Al Qaeda. Rumors I can't remember. Other stories I heard of an arab doctor rejoicing the towers had fallen. He's now left Vicksburg. Within forty eight hours, I'm under my first real military alert:Threatcon Charlie. For orders come down from the generals in Washington. Yes, we were at war. Within those forty eight hours my senses became aware. As the days, weeks clocked by I was becoming aware of my envoriment. Suddenly small details would leap out at me. Liz during those chaotic weeks there wasn't an hour, a day thought about you New Yorkers. I discovered I had the nightmares too about the towers falling. Since then I've become a 9/11 historian I have large collection of photograph books like Here is New York,Aftermath which chronicle Ground Zero. For me the pictures told the story. This better make your day. I got to know New York through the witnesses accounts. I didn't care political affelation but I read journalists,like Heather Neart, and ordinary witnesses who provided some vivid insights. My personnal goal is to come to New York,Lower Manhattan and walk,photograph Ground Zero. Since you're a New Yorker I want to tell you this: "Liz I haven't forgotten."

September 11, 2008 at 3:31 pm

chuck

Postscript to what I wrote I above. I donated money for a cobblestone for the Sept 11th Memorial.Thi was last year in fact. As a result of that donation I'm now a member of 9/11 Memorial.org.:) I didn't donate much but I since,I,too was part of something big. Just wanted to let New Yorkers know outside Manhattan that there are lot of US who still care.:)

September 11, 2008 at 3:42 pm

michael Fineo

Hello Maureen, I loved and appreciated your article very much. I live in Rockville Centre and have a direct connection to 9/11...I worked in the North Tower and was there that awful day [many from town were]. I can tell you the two thoughts that pushed me along that day were getting home to see my wife and children and to get to St. Agnes and thank God for saving me. I also needed to pray for those still there. I lost many, many friends that day and still suffer from tremendous survivor guilt. Why did they die and I survived? That will never go away. Each year I think/hope that this year it won’t hurt as much and every 9/11, I kiss my wife good bye, hug and kiss my kids and go on my way with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I think of those that are no longer here and it kills me. Rockville Centre is a very special town. The sense of community caring for and supporting each other is heartwarming. Thank you for remebering 9/11.

September 11, 2008 at 4:23 pm

joey45

I live in the midwest, Elizabeth, and although we were insulated in part to the tumult that was that september 11th, many of us cried, too. The imensity of it all was impossible to take in, even for us. All I can do this day, is say that the memory of what happened that day, through the tears, and the fears, the death and distraught masses, mourning and wailing, reminds me of others, throughout the world, who have suffered even more, if that is possible, with the abiding evidence of both mans' inhumanity to man, and also, the altruistic bent, in time of need, of those who rise to the occasion, and do what needs to be done--with sensitivity, sympathy, and compassion, for all those who mourn. May He strengthen you, and give you renewed resolve to continue to make a difference with your life and mission. And just as we must remember those who were lost in the holocaust in Germany, so many years ago, we must also strengthen our resolve to remember, and encourage others to do the same. If we do not, someone, somewhere, is bound to say that it never really happened. Joey45.

September 11, 2008 at 8:07 pm

Carla, Ballwin, MO

A place of comfort,tradition,community involvement,religion and compassion - a hometown to be proud of. Thanks for your thoughtful article, your friends were remembered lovingly on the anniversary.

September 12, 2008 at 8:47 am

Margaret Barry Sharp

Dear Lizzy!! Remember me!! You and Mary Fisher used to call me "Butter"... I'll never forget you. You are one of the funniest girls I ever met. My sister Pat sent me the 9/11 article and it is really beautiful. Rockville Centre and South Hempstead were terribly hit by 9/11, and on 9/11 every year we relive those horrible hours. Regards Butter Margaret Barry Sharp

September 12, 2008 at 9:15 am

Greedom

Tragedy is indeed the antagonist of Comedy. And at the same time tragedy strikes, it strikes anyone, in any way, for reason or no reason at all. 9.11 to Katrina to Hiroshima to Titanic to a loved one lost due to cancer. I once read a short story of a woman who had lost her child at birth, and was in perpetual mourning. Asking a doctor/psychologist, the response was find me one house where death has not been experienced. Upon returning to the doctor/psych. she found catharsis and healing was able to begin. Why ? Because... She realized she was no longer alone in her pain. That story always makes me think of Lincoln's quote "Two things bring large groups of people together... A common enemy and a [Natural] Disaster" It is clear and true, loss - almost proportionally the greater the proportion, the greater civilization nudges to accommodate and respond. Hopefully the response to 9.11 won't be such to encourage any increase of activity from those plane flying psychotics who decided to board, take over, and crash those planes. 9.11 is also a reminder of how dangerous religious fundamentalism is and can be. I've never heard that POV expressed in any journalism or any press though.

September 12, 2008 at 9:45 am

Carla, Ballwin, MO

A hometown to be proud of - a place of comfort, tradition, community involvement,religion and compassion. Thank you for your thoughtful article, your friends were remembered lovingly on the anniversary.

September 12, 2008 at 12:56 pm

Michael j O'Donnell

Dear Elizabeth: Great article, I lost 20 friends down at Ground Zero. It is great you wrote this with the hectic week you have going on on Wall Street.

September 12, 2008 at 1:32 pm

chuck

Thursday night on the History Channel I watched the special 102 minutes that changed America. It was various povs of the World Trade Center from over 100 videographers all across New York City. Some of it was raw news footage but edited together it told it all. It was one of the best documentrys of 9/11 I ever watched. Since I'm a photographer and I have two digital cameras. Would I done it if I was there? of course. But I wouldn't have look at my own photographs if I did. Honestly I miss seeing the World Trade Center in the lower Manhattan cityscape. But I haven't forgotten it. By the way I Googeled Rockville Centre and it's real interesting. Colonial comes to my mind. Just thought I pass that on.

September 14, 2008 at 1:53 am

Jim Tighe

Dear Elizabeth... Thank you for the wonderful piece on RVC, though as an altar boy in the 60s for the life of me cannot remember cars being blessed on the way to the beach. I do remember lectoring at the 10:30 "beach Mass" in the high school basement. Thanks for remembering Stephen and Tim.

September 15, 2008 at 12:56 pm

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  • Elizabeth MacDonald is the stocks editor for Fox Business Network. She is recognized as one of the top prize-winning business journalists in the country, and has received 14 awards, including the top prize in business journalism, the Gerald Loeb Award for Distinguished Business Journalism, and the Newswomen's Club of New York Front Page Award for Excellence in Investigative Journalism.

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