I experienced 9/11 in South Carolina. I was six months pregnant with my first and only child. The pregnancy had been difficult and I was on bed rest. My husband worked for local government and was in emergency mode. My mom no longer drove. I remember it as if it were yesterday. The morning of September 11, 2001 began as most of my mornings in that late summer/fall of 2001 in South Carolina – my husbandread more…
September 9, 2011. Eight years ago today that my mom (Hannah’s Grammy) died from a stroke she suffered on September 3rd. We miss Grammy. The sweatshirt my mom had on in the picture was one of her favorites. It said “Agenda for the Day: Let dog in. Let dog out. Let dog in ….”. Here’s a picture of her Corgi (Scooter) along with his friend (my basset) Maxine. You can read more about my mom’s strokeread more…
The Friday Flyer has been inconsistent as of late. By request of Cat at Basset Hound Town, I will try to do better. Yesterday we went to Marquette for a medical appointment. On our way home my husband said “bear!”. As we reached the spot where he saw the bear, we all saw it lumbering up someone’s driveway! We’ve been here in the UP for two years now and that’s the first bear we have seen.read more…
On September 11, 2001, I was about 7 months pregnant and home on bed rest. My mom called me and said she heard that a plane hit the World Trade Center, and we assumed it was a small plane that had lost its way. A few moments later I turned on CNN and saw that it must have been a big plane. As my mom and I continued to talk on the phone, we watched theread more…
