I had been laid off from my job in August of 2001 and was scheduled to begin a new position in late September.
My husband and I decided to take a little vacation before, and arrived at our favorite vacation spot, North Truro on Cape Cod, on Monday afternoon, 9/10. As we were getting ready for our day on 9/11, he heard on the radio that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I thought it was an accident involving a small, private plane, until I heard a man in the next motel room scream, “Oh my God!” as the second plane hit.
I immediately turned on the TV and could hardly believe what I was seeing. To say we were stunned is quite the understatement! We tried to go about our day as best we could and headed to the Post Office for stamps; that was where we learned that the Pentagon in D.C. had also been targeted. We really thought our nation was at war. It was a scary time.
We spent the rest of the day looking for some kind of church service or something to attend, as it just did not seem right to go about our vacation as if it were a normal day. We finally happened upon a community memorial service on the front lawn of the town hall in Provincetown.
Several clergy people and local community leaders were present, as was the local fire department, which flew the American flag from their extension ladder in the center of the gathering. Everyone had a candle and the crowd sang and prayed together; the mood was very somber. I told my husband that if we had to be away from home during such a crisis, I was glad we were at the Cape, as we visited there once or twice every year and it felt like our second home.
-Angela Marczewski, Niskayuna
More Remembrances: We remember; The Daily Gazette’s special Sept. 11 anniversary section