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Friday, September 10, 2004
tomorrow

First of all, I would like to wish my sister a happy birthday. She turns 19 tomorrow. I don't know when she got to be so old. My mom and I were reminiscing online tonight (instant messanger style) about the day Maryann was born. I remember very little. I guess my brother lost his blanket (a crisis I am sure) and I have a vague memory of visiting my mom and new sister in the hospital. In England maternity wards are one huge room with a lot of mothers and newborn babies. I remember that, and I remember the nice midwife who came over to our house after mom came home (which was the same day I think) and took care of mom, Maryann and my brother and I. So, happy birthday Maryann!! And then there is another significant event attached to tomorrow. I haven't watched TV today b/c of ongoing tributes. It seems like it all happened 10 years ago, or maybe just last year. For some reason this year I remember the smell of the WTC in the days after 9.11 more than ever before. A very specific smell that is hard to place- a mixture of concrete, burning paper, and electricity. I also remember the sheer panic like it was yesterday, and I don't need TV tributes and documentaries to assist my memory of that. So I am not going to watch TV this weekend. I have a lot of reading to do anyway.

posted by knit wit | 9/10/2004 10:17:00 PM

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