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Show Page Ten - The Springville Herald Eyewitness Continued on page 3 bance downtown, but nothing substantial. I left for class five minutes before the first tower was struck. Classes had been in session for a week and my Humanities teacher was attempting to engage our rather apathetic class. The subject matter was "Rebels and Revolutions." This beginning lecture focused on the subjecting of innocent people to become victims of terrorism. Our class let out at the usual time. 10:20 a.m. "Standing in the corridor of the school, a friend said to me, "One of the twin towers has fallen." "Several students were whispering. whis-pering. Looks of panic and a general feeling of uneasiness loomed. I was scared. The realization real-ization that this could potentially happen here, and friends of mine who work downtown may no longer have been with us. well, that was a frightening reality. "I would estimate that at that time, forty per cent of our ward's congregation worked in the downtown financial district. Not knowing their fate until the following fol-lowing Sunday was awful. One of the main cell phone repeating towers fell in the wreckage wrec-kage of what was once an edifice of power in the financial district. People were forced to call loved ones out in the street. My family (Eric and Kjirstin Youngberg of Mapleton) couldn't reach me, even though my father is a Ham Radio operator. It took five hours for me to get a call to them to let them know I was all right. "Although we were encouraged encour-aged to stay inside during the citywide lockdown and wait for further instruction, I decided I wanted to see for myself what damage was done. I traveled up to the unfinished 18th floor of our residence hall and peered out at the once distinct New York skyline. All I could see of lower Manhattan were billowing clouds of black smoke. "Accusations were flying on the responsibility for this event. Online, an acquaintance blamed the Palestinians. Some said it was Russia, claiming they were never serious about peace negotiations. "What was hardest for me was not who did it, but, was it over? Was this going to be all, or were those calls regarding other planes hijacked in midair planning on crashing into some other strategic location in the city? We just didn't know, and that is what made this time so difficult. "Several classmates wanted to help in some way, to give something. some-thing. At St. John the Divine (hospital) we were under the impression that blood was being taken, so we waited to donate. Most people were downtown helping what victims there were. "My biggest fear wasn't the infirm, but the fatality. Would there be anyone to receive our blood? "Out my window I see two things very distinctly; the Riverside River-side Cathedral, and the constant take-off of planes flying overhead, over-head, their lights flashing in the darkness. For the first time since living in NY, the sky was silent. Manhattan was not allowing anyone in. "Four days after this tragedy, I celebrated my 19th birthday, and on a Saturday night in Times Square, our party of nine got a table in two minutes. That's unheard of. "In the usually sticky crossfire of crane-necked tourists, I found myself surrounded by only the lights of the city and the locals, briskly walking home. "In subsequent weeks, the process of grieving was undertak SOUTH COUNTY'S. ONLY SECURE ALZHEIMEFf UNIT Home Assisted Living 798-1500 Take a 3-D Tour of our facility at: www.hearthstone.manor.com FOUND YOUR NEW HOME? WE'LL BUY YOUR OLD ONE! Some restrictions apply. Call for details. D BILL BROWN - September 1 1 . 2(K)2 en. Flags were displayed high and proudly. I heard the phrases, "In God We Trust." "One Nation Under God." "United; Indivisible" Indivisi-ble" For the first time, I witnessed wit-nessed members of my generation feeling patriotism; understanding, however remotely, those things for which our grandparents gave their lives. "Did I walk down to ground zero? No. I had too many memories; memo-ries; too many nameless friends whose faces I would never see again. Faces with whom I had shared the subway, a cafe, the park. "My mother is the photojournalism photojour-nalism She wanted pictures for posterity. She kept saying, 'It's history, and you're there!' but for me it was personal. Every day I had to walk past makeshift memorials me-morials full of photographs and signs begging passersby for information on their loved ones, lost since the collapse. "I looked into the loving eyes of the smiling people in those pictures, and I knew they would never be seen again in this life. "When the lights shone in remembrance. I saw them. All the way to Columbia I saw them, and I remembered. My experience, experi-ence, I will never forget. I'll remember when I see a tee-shirt with a picture of the towers; a sign commemorating the life of a hero; the skyline, with a huge bite taken from it's heart. "When I think of the statements of countries whose comrodary was tested at this attack I know we will stand together. This nation, may be pushed, but we will never fall." Springville's Andrew Davis, son of Mountain West Veterinary Hospital owners Harold and Ruthild Davis, was 27, and a few members did die has been noted, but the percentage of people in NYC who are in the church is less than half a percent in the Big Apple. Rachel Youngberg, then 18 and a sophomore in vocal performance perfor-mance at The Manhattan School of Music wrote of her experience as follows: I awoke that September 1 1 as I normally do for a nine a.m. class; reluctantly. The radio was blasting Oldies as usual, in an attempt to wake me from my short but oh-so-relaxed slumber. Occasionally the news reporter mentioned something of a distur- third year medical student at New York Medical College. He had served a two-year mission in Hungary, and was working his surgery rotation at Metropolitan Hospital. I was walking out of surgeryoperating sur-geryoperating rooms at Metropolitan Metro-politan are on the tenth floor and I saw dark smoke billowing out from the skyline beyond the picture windows. It was about nine a.m., and someone some-one came and told us. "As a surgery team, we stayed together, running to the T.V., where, like everyone else, we saw the second plane hit. The entire hospital immediately went on Red Alert. All surgeons rushed to ER rooms, and assumed assum-ed we would have numberless numbers of casualties. "I didn't see television for the rest of the day, but those who did kept us informed. "Because of my military training, train-ing, I was put on the Triage Unit. I was first to see patients where I could quickly determine the degree of their injuries, and assign them to operating areas. "I remember the first casualty I saw from the Trade Center. He was a firefighter who had jumped from a window. He wasn't even sure what floor the window was on, or if he jumped or was blown out of it. He was covered with, thick, white soot, almost like powder, only very, very dirty. He was burned over about thirty Cm kmi ft Htwlhstmt REALTY, INC. 489-5298 ill percent of his body. "I remember thanking him". I just said, 'Thank ycu it seemed to be very important at that mo-ment-for both of us. "Those first hours, people seemed to trickle in; cuts and abrasions, a few heart problems, but mostly inhalation victims- those who had breathed in the dust and smoke. I assessed and assigned each one who came through the door, but overall, we didn't get too many at all. "I stayed all day and all night at the hospital. I could have gone home, I suppose, but we were expecting an onslaught. By afternoon after-noon it was quiet. For us, that was the worst possible thing. No patients. It meant only one thing; no more survivors. "It was a hopeless, helpless, sad feeling. I was shocked to think of what had happened, and not knowing if there would be other strikes or other bombs, or where they would happen. The meaning of having so many people die at once was disturbing. disturb-ing. I felt a lot of fear. "Some of the surgeons and nurses went down to St. Vincent's Vin-cent's (hospital nearer the collapse) col-lapse) after lockdown, but I felt such a camaraderie with the other surgeons, I felt I had to stay. We also knew it was the same there as here; quiet. Too quiet. There was nothing to do. There were no patients. "Things changed instantly in New York City," Davis claimed. "Such a different feeling grew among people. There was no malice. People regard what happened hap-pened as life-altering. "Lives of those around them have more meaning. They talk to each other now. There is a solemn sol-emn feeling of respect for what has happened. People are very conscience of what happened, but there is a greater unity; a greater respect and feeling of well-being. "It's friendlier; they aren't I f r L r i a These little people were photographed as they took a walk around Springville Tuesday morning. morn-ing. They all stayed in a long line by holding to just seeing the homogenous towers tow-ers there. It really did change New York. It has never been the same since, and some of that is a good thing. Jed Patrick, 21, is now home from his mission, and continuing his education as a sophomore at UVSC, where he is majoring in Multi-Media Communications. He hopes to become a collegiate professor. Rachel Youngberg, 19, is in her third year of study in Manhattan. Man-hattan. She plans to become an opera singer. Andrew Davis, 28, was married mar-ried in the San Diego Temple on August IS to Californian Deirdre Lynn Eastman. They took a wedding trip to Paris, France, and are now living back in New York City. After finishing medical medi-cal school, Dr. Davis wUl complete com-plete a three year commitment with the military before beginning begin-ning his own practice. Zions Bank and Ynn nnisi'T makt ovpp a WITHOUT A REALLY. BIG PIECE OF EQUIPMENT. 4 V V.' rt t Brent and Stephanie had nearly everything they needed for their donut franchise-years franchise-years of experience in the food industry, plenty of entrepreneurial gumption, and a prime location on Logan's Main Street. They only lacked the donut-making equipment that would churn out the glazed goodies their customers were sure to love. But then Valerie Swaner and the Zions Bank commercial lending team came along with a $250,000 loan. Brent and Stephanie got their equipment, and the citizens of Logan got their sugar fix. Just another example of Zions Bank partnering with local and national businesses to bring opportunity and service to the community. $250,000 Conditional Sales Agreement !) Provided by ZIONS BANK- WE HAVEN'T F0R60TTEN WHO KEEPS US IK BUSINESS a rope. They great time. t MM Mild Saturday morning, Sept. 14, an opening social for the Jr. Art Guild will be held at the Springville Spring-ville Museum of Art. The opening open-ing get together will be a scavenger scaven-ger hunt of art and curious facts and fun about the museum. All students ages 14-18, who are interested should come at 10 a.m. Krispy Kreme Donuts, fruit and juice will be served at 10 and pizza at noon. The Jr. Art Guild is recruiting new members and is open to students ages 14 to 18. The organization is an excellent way to enjoy learning about the Springville Sprin-gville Museum and artists as well as being a service opportunity. Activities consist of travel to art Tommie's Donuts. TwnmAMn ddmttt ppb hottc I I--, ::: v) QO - V V -4 I'm Brtnl and Stephanie Miller with Zions Bank Tnndr- were walking slow -but having a museums, galleries, artist studios and businesses as well as serving the community by helping with events at the Springville Museum of Art. Officers include President Jana Gunn; Vice Pres. McKenna Card; Secretary, Jodi Averett; Art Royalty Rep., Shelly Priest; Senior Class Rep., Tammy Crosby; Cros-by; Jr. Class Rep., Erin Snelson; Sophomore Class Rep., Ryan Lamb; and 9th grade Rep., Jordan Jor-dan Scholz. Volunteer Coordinator Coordina-tor will be Heidi Bartholomew. Advisors for the guild include Alan Lewis, Penny Ralphs, Dian-ne Dian-ne Carr and Sharon Gray. For information call the Springville Museum of Art at 489-2727. Lending Offutr Valerie Swatter. t -rfc r-v -r JfUUK |