20 years later, more than 20 local memories.
HARTSVILLE, S.C. – Scottie Hill remembers the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center from the perspective of someone who has heard the horror stories, who has witnessed the effects of that day on thousands of people who were at Ground Zero or who were exposed to the aftermath.
FLORENCE, S.C. – Meggie Baker arrived in Washington, D.C. a few days before the plane crashed into the Pentagon on Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001, as a freshman at George Washington University.
- Matthew Christian
FLORENCE, S.C. – Marc David will always remember working to keep the Colgate University campus together after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks on t…
- Matthew Robertson
FLORENCE, S.C. -- That the United States departed Afghanistan without achieving closure wasn't entirely unexpected, the odds were never it its favor.
- TOM SHEEHY Citizen Columnist
The question asked in the title of this article is a paraphrase from a Alan Jackson song. Where were you and what are your memories of that fateful September day in 2001 when over 3,000 Americans died. I am confident you, along with most others, have many recollections. My memories actually begin before September 11th.
- TOM DORSEL Citizen Columnist
Of course, golf has to do with everything. It is a microcosm of life. But connected to something as serious as 9/11?
In 2001, I was living in White Plains, New York. My husband and I relocated to Florence in 2006. We were both retired, and on that tragic morning we were having breakfast.
I reported early to work that Tuesday morning in September. I handle media relations for Florence-Darlington Technical College, and we were hosting a 9 a.m. video conference call with our president and the president of our sister college in Germany. It was an announcement of a new partnership between our two schools, and we thought it was going to be a major local story. I had already invited the media, but I wanted to remind them that morning with a personal phone call.
Walking out of a patient’s room in Timmonsville, S.C., I was summoned to the phone. My husband said, “Have you seen the news? America is under attack?”
I got on the “D” train subway in the Bronx at 196th Street at around 8 a.m. going to 42nd Street and 6th Avenue in Manhattan. I was installing an exhibition at the International Center of Photography (ICP).
Reflecting on 9/11 reminds me of a particular Psalm. That week my pastor was out of town for a pastor’s workshop and asked me to lead our Wednesday night prayer meeting.