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Show m Man with Basin ties shares personal account of Sept. 1 1 in New York (Editor Note: On Sept. 12, Mike AUreduaainPhiladelphia,PA,await-in- g a chance to catch a flight back home to La Vegas after livingthrough theeventaofSept.il at ground zero. Aa he sat in the airport terminal he used hia laptop to detail the eventa he lived through. Mike ia the aon of John Allred, a former Rooeevelt resident. Mike's grandmother Reva Allred still lives in Roosevelt Mike grew up in Provo. He has been commuting from Las Vegas to New York for work for about the past nine montha.) I awoke at about 8:20 a.m. or so, quite late but I waa sleeping in because of staying up late to surf the web and design a new data base on my laptop. Not abnormal for me, I usually need to show up at my consulting gig at 9 pjn. and I felt fortunate to be so cloee to the World Financial Center. It takes me only 5 minutes to get to the World Financial Center across the DiMaggio Highway walkway. I got up quickly and jumped into the shower. Time to get rolling and start the day. I was aboutto get outof the shower and continue preparing from wrork when I felt the first aircraft hit. It felt like cannon Are, like a low frequency thud from the structure ofthe building. The bathtub carried the force of the impact into my feet My first instinct was that a bomb had detonated below. I felt the first nuances of fear enter my awareness. I turned off the shower immediately. After a few moments I went to the window to see what was going on outside.My heart leapt whenlpeered down 1 7 floors to see debris scattered across the street. I saw some of the Marriott bell captains sprinting across the street to escape the building, and small but growing crowds of evacuees across the street at the World Financial Center. No pretense of an orderly response to the situation whatsoever. This was panic. This was not good. Making Quick Decisions What to do? I worried that a bomb had detonated near the ground floor orthe Marriott World Trade Center. If I rushed down the stairwell into an inferno, ora gapingblast area, I would surely perish. I needed more information . The fire alarm was now beeping, and I was frantically preparing to flee the building. I turned on the television to recon a good way to got out of the building. The news showed a horrific image of one ofthe World Trade Center towers split open by the impact of an aircraft. I knew now that I must leave my room, and the building immediately. If necessary I could come back aqd getray stuff when the coast was dear. I cobbled together my laptop case, with my trusty computer and headed out of the door. This was no time to worry ifmy shirt was wrinkled or hair messed. I figured this would be a "no tie day. My next shock was seeing the empty hallways, the disarray left by the ho'usekeeping stafT who had fled in much haste. I briskly strode to the elevator area to see if I could get a ride to the bottom. No luck, they were out of service. I looked out the large window to see which Tower had been hit, so I could go to the stairwell opposite of the impact, just in case. There was nothing but fluttering debris and chaos. N o way to tell which tower had been hit I decided to go to the south stairwell and descend the building immediately. On the way down I met a hotel employee with a radio, he told me to continue quickly to the bottom. Another guest popped into the stairwell and asked what was going on. I told him a plane had hit the WTC, and it was time to get out immediately. I sped down 17 floors and there was a Marriott emplqyee urgingcalm, ushering me throughadoorway onto the conference room level. As I waa hurrying down the spiral staircase to the ground level, passing the panoramic wall of glass windows, I saw the chaos outside close hand. Debris in the street, firefighters, sirens, policemen and terrified people. It appeared the rescue workers in the Marriott wanted people to remain in the lobby area rather than venturing outside and getting hit by falling debris. Then the aecond plane hit Another massive thud reverberated throughout the building, and now even the police were voicing no objections to leaving the building. People wereyellingto open the door, let them out. We rushed southward to the Bull Run restaurant and out into the falling debris. The cops were screaming for us to run. RUN! GO! I was already install sprint diagonally across the DiMaggio highway, then south down the walkway adjacent to Battery Park city. DONT LOOK BACK, the officers had screamed. I had no desire to see whatever they were referring to. There were people crying; hysterical everywhere. I finally paused about a half mile away to look up and see smoke and rolling flames pouring from gashes in both towers. My guts wrenched when I saw someone fall from very high on the building. I had never seen a person die. I felt a heavy, disheartening sense of panic and revulsion. KEEP GOING, screamed an officer, YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. I turned and hurried on. I felt some semblance of safety when I reached the northernmost edge of Battery Park, and I paused to catch my breath and consider my next move. I was essentially at the southernmost tipof Manhattan, and the fear that the towers would topple was very real. At least it would prob-- veloped the area. Dust coated everything. Some people opened the back of a linen truck, and I grabbed a dirty dishrag to use as a mask. ably not Dali on me here, butthere waa the possibility of domino effect taking down other buildings. Then were people talking about how they saw the planes hit, and what kind of planes they were. A trader showed hi a bloodied hand where falling glass had cut him. He said he was lucky, he left to have a cigarette and bailed out of the WTC plaza when he saw the plane hit the building. A lady showed s digital picture on her camera of the first plane banking in for impact, andan interested member of the crowd left to go to his office with her to send the picture to a news agency (later seen onyahoo.com). Atourist asked me what the name of the building was. There was a cer- tain sense of After that it was waitingand hoping. The dust cleared somewhat, the police came by on a boat and told us the Staten Island Ferry would take us to Staten Island. The second tower fell, and I retreated briefly toan area behind a restaurant at the southwest coraerof Manhattan. Eventually the dust started to clear again, and I boarded the Staten Island Ferry. Safe at last. I walked around Staten Island trying to find transportation to the mainland until the early afternoon. Finally I caught a bus to the Staten Island side of the Bayonne Bridge, and hiked over the bridge to Bayonne, New Jersey. A policeman searched my laptop case before allowing me to cross the bridge. Hiking across the bridge, I met a nice lady named Pat originally from Colombia who offered to drive me to a local hotel once her husband was able to reach her in his car. We took a bus to Journal Square, Jersey City. Then took the PATH train to Newark. I tried to getaroomat the Hilton next to Penn Station in Newark, but it was already full. I made a quick decision and took an Amtrak train to Philadelphia. Anywhere, as long as it wasn't in the New York City area. rubber- - poet-traumat- ic necking Some light joking. Some stared silently at the towering infernos. Some cried. Things were mostly calm on the ground, and I did not see any more were spreading ruinjuries. People . mors Thera was a third plane comim. The Pentaann had been hit. I was infuriated that I had no access to real information, no way to plan thenext move. I wondered ifthis was the beginning of war, if there would be s militaiy attack on the area. I gathered what information I could. It appeared that the buildings were heavily damaged, but perhaps the firefighters would get things under control and life could goon. 5 fighter jets rumbled overhead, and police helicopters hovered near the towers, giving credence to the idea that there waa more trouble to come. I was thinkingabout where I would go, how I would get out of Battery Park and get home to Las Vegas. I had some time to study the damage on the buildings closely. The Bouth tower appeared to be, by far the most heavily damaged. There wren a few floors in the impact area that were burning bright red, with heavy smoke issuing very-quickly- F-1- Reflection As I mentioned. I'm in Philadelphia, trying to figure out a way to get home. Ive got plenty of money, no worries. Everything is ok. Just waiting for the airports to open, or an open seat on a train. I hope everyone else is well. I look forward to speaking with you soon. out The most startling factor to me was the southeast comer of the build- ing. The WTC survived the 93 bomb- ing because the integral strength of the building was in it s exterior walls. I saw that the plane had destroyed one of the corners, and much of the exterior wall structure. It looked like it could collapse at any minute. .Collapse It was very surreal to see the south WTC tower give way at the impact point, with the sound offers waymetal and concrete shattering and falling. It was like a movie, but it put me immediately into evacuation mode. A mushroomcloud erupted at the crack, and the top of the building began to descend. It looked like so many other building implosions I had seen, except this one was unplanned and about to happen a little over a half mile away. Theret was a sudden chaotic stampede, screaming; terror. I turned and tan with abandon to get as far away from the towers as possible. Hooked back quickly and saw the expected black and grey cloud of choking dust coming quickly my way. I pulled my shirt over my nose and continued ' running until I reached the Staten Island Ferry building. It was like a deep, dark gray choking fog had en- - . The Saturday Birthday Club met on Sept. 8 to celebrate the September birthday of Areva Huish. Hostess, Leah Haslem, entertained the members and guests, Gail Allred and Glenda Killian, at the Haslem summer home at Flaming Gorge. Everyone enjoyed the mountain air, the delicious dinner and special birthday cake, as well as playing their favorite game-bridg- e, nixes were given to.. ' Virginia Houston, LaRue Lamb and ArevaHuish.Abirthday present was given to Areva and the ladies wished her a happy birthday with song. Jean Ponton and daughter, Debbie Selfe, both from Myton, recently returned from an extended vacation to Las Vegas, Nevada. They spent some time visiting daughter-in-laMary Ann Ponton; grandson, Mark, and wife, Donna; grandson, Ed, and wife, Cheryl; and Haley MaePon ton. After three weeks, the vacationers reluctantly returned to Myton. UINTAH BASIN STANDARD. September 25. Springville. and his faithful dog, Rowdy. He was preceded in death by a great granddaughter, Shalyn Potter. Funeral services will be held Wednesday, September 26, 2001 at 1 1 :00 AM at the Roosevelt LDS Stake Center, 447 East Lagoon Street. Friends may call at the Hullinger Mortuary Tuesday evening from 8 PM and Wednesday at the church AM. from Burial in the Fairview Cemetery at 3:30 PM. 2001- - Pawg 6-- 10-10:- t David LaVerle Baum : QucDell Tucker Q-B- D. Baum Our loving husband and father returned to our Heavenly Father September 23, 2001. LaVerle peacefully passed away with his loving family by his side. Born on September 12, 1926 to David W. and Hazel Baum. He married Mary Maxine Hardman on July 30, 1951, having had 50 years of marriage. His greatest loves in his life were his family, work, animals, flowers, racingand buildingany and everything. Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same. He is survived by his loving wife and children Bonnie Rice, Tom and Patricia Baum, Terry and Karla Baum, Shirley and Arthur Aguayo, Janet & Mike Jenkins, Tammie and Sparky Bruner, David and Amanda Baum, Hazel and Johnny Rendon, Lany and Kerrie Baum, Robyn and Erik Hingley; with 55 grandchildren and 28 ; brothers and sisters. Preceded in death by his father, mother, brothers, sisters and 2 grandsons. Graveside services will be held Wednesday, September 26, 2001 at 2:00 p.m. at Strawberry Cemetery, West Highway 40. Friends may call at the Larkin Mortuary, 260 E. So Temple, in Salt Lake on Wednesday from 10 a.m. to 12 noon. Q. Tucker QueDell Q Ball Tucker, age 71, of Roosevelt, died September 22, 2001 in a Salt Lake City Hospital of a stroke. He was born June 29, 1930 in Fairview to George Q. and Goldie TerryTucker. He married DorothyChristensen June 3, 1949 in Mount Pleasant, and later solemnised in the Salt Lake IDS Temple June 3, 1982. QueDell worked for Prichard Crane 36 years. He was best known among his working associates as Q Ball. He waa a man of many interests and abilities. He enjoyed camping, hunting, snowmobiling, and motorbiking with his dog Rowdy on with him. QueDell was a big man with a soft heart, he was positive and cheertal, with a great sense of humor, he liked to greet most people with a big hug and a good word, and the rest with a strong shake from his large hands. He could fix about anything and was willing to help with whatever anyone might need. He was active in the LDS Church and was serving as the Physical Facilities Representative. He drove the Senior Citizens bus, waa their Bingo caller, eiyoyed taking trips and would volunteer for anything. But with everything he liked to do, his family was still his most important interest and love. He is survived by his wife, Dorothy, of Roosevelt; children, Geri (Gary) Giraud, Seattle, WA; Patsy (Vince) Christiansen, Price; Jennie (Randy) Tatton, South Jordan; JoDell (Richard) Muller, Price; Jaci (Terry) Dahlberg, Roosevelt; and JeffQ.(LaRae)Tucker, Salt Lake City; 16 grandchildren and 16 great grandchildren; Four sisters, Goldie Mower, Fairview; Vada Neilsen, Providence; LuDean Seeley, Ogden; and Lilly Mae Allen, Adam Lee Ames A. Ames Adam Lee Ames, age 24, of Ioka, died September 17, 2001 in an industrial accident. He was bom May 27, 1977 in Roosevelt to Bert Dallas and Charlotte Timothy Ames. He married Cori Christensen June 21, 2001 in Duchesne. Adam graduated from Union High School in 1995. He worked as a truck driver for Iowa Tank Lines an occupation he very much enjoyed. He liked to be outdoors, was an avid hunter and camper. He also enjoyed hiking and hunting arrowheads and has a good collection of them. Adam had a great sense of humor and was lots of fun, he was generous and loving of people and would do anything for anybody. He was a good husband. Adam is survived by his wife, Cori, of Ioka; mother, Charlotte Ames, of Ioka, grandmother, Laura May TimoDoyle & thy of Le hi; parents-in-laPatsy ChristensenofTal mage; broth- ers and sisters, Tricia & Mark De Angelo, Spring Creek, Nevada; Bert Daniel & Kristine Ames, Thornton, Colorado; David & Dawnnett Ames, Ioka; Peggy Sue & Richard Robinson, Salt Lake City, Andrew "Bear Ames and Rebecca Jane Ames, both of Ioka. Ho was preceded in death by his father, Bert Ames. Funeral service held Friday, September 21, 2001 at 11:00 AM at the Check out our Classifieds! To order call Myton LDS Church. 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