I woke up this morning remembering the first September 11, as I do every year. Previously, it was a day just like any other day. I went to school that morning, riding the bus. I went to my 1st period English class. I don’t even remember what we were studying. I was trying to be invisible. I remember that I was cold, I was in English class and it was always cold. My jacket was purple and in my locker. I wasn't wearing it because I didn't want to get made fun of again. But then Mrs. Briney came running in to our classroom, yelling "Stan! Stan! Turn on the TV! A plane just flew in to the twin towers!" And I was cold for a different reason once I saw. So I got my jacket, and we could barely do anything else that day except wait, watch, and pray, wondering why.
I remember being scared, worried for my family members. I’m not originally from Kentucky. Originally, I am from the DC metro area, and parts of my family still live there. I later learned that one of the planes took off from Dulles, the airport where my Aunt Cathy worked. She still works there. She also lives in Pennsylvania, and I was so scared and so thankful at the same time that the plane that went down there was nowhere near her or her family. I worried about my Aunt Lisa, who lives south of the DC metro area. Was she supposed to be in DC that day? Thankfully, no, she wasn’t. We breathed a big sigh of relief when we found out everyone was safe.
The Filson has a piece of this part of history in our collection, and we anticipate more coming in as the years go by. Currently, we have Thomas T. Noland, Jr.’s keynote speech at Louisville’s memorial of the first anniversary of 9/11. Included with the speech is a program of events for the day’s activities. And of course, we all have our memories. We were all touched; we were all affected by this tragedy. So every year, I wake up on this day and I can’t forget. We will never forget.