September 11th, 2011
|11:25 am - Ten years past|
I think that was the rainiest holiday I have ever had. Oh well, I suppose one year has to be the worst. I got quite a lot of reading done, and we went walking in the rain a few times. It did me good to be away from any computer, away from work, housework, writing, everything.
I suppose today people's thoughts stray back to where they were this day ten years ago. I had just moved into this house, and I had just lost a pregnancy at an early stage (or had a false alarm) which had been dominating my thoughts.
My children were 9 and 12. My nine-year-old had been begging me to let her walk home with her older brother one day a week, instead of staying at after-school club. On Sept 11th I finally agreed, and she was happily telling me she was going to put on telly and 'watch cartoons' when she got home from school. Luckily, as the news broke, our CEO let us go home early and I rushed home so they weren't sitting on their own watching the television.
As it happened my kids weren't really bothered by what was being shown on the television. I can remember sitting on my own in our living room wringing my hands, saying 'I can't believe it', as the second tower came down, but the kids were rushing up and down stairs playing some kind of game, and ignoring it. I have seen children play-and-ignore many crises and I am not quite sure whether at some level they know it is serious, and they block it out, because they (rightly) know they can't handle it. Or whether they simply don't comprehend it at all.
|Date:||September 11th, 2011 10:48 am (UTC)|| |
I was watching The Great British Weather and they said places in Britain get on average two hundred days a year of rain, or four out of five days a week. I thought that sounded wrong; my memories don't suggest that. But then they said London gets a lot less, Glasgow gets more than London, and Swansea gets more than any other city in the UK. So maybe it's because I'm a Londoner.
I walk to work and I rarely see any rain. Though I suppose 'rain during a day' could be just five minutes.
Anyway, we were about thirty miles from Swansea so I guess that explains it. It rained almost the whole time.
|Date:||September 11th, 2011 11:55 am (UTC)|| |
The above should read "four out of seven"; there are of course seven days in a week :-)
Were you on holiday on the Gower peninsula?
No, inland near Laugharne. I went to two different pubs which both claimed Dylan Thomas had got drunk there and left the script for Under Milk Wood on a bar stool. Possibly he left copies scattered throughout South Wales.
|Date:||September 11th, 2011 01:27 pm (UTC)|| |
My son was four and I will be forever grateful to his preschool director who reminded us how important it was to realize that even young children were going to see the replays on TV (even if WE never turned the TV on - it was just that ubiquitous at the time) and to make sure that our children knew it had happened ONCE and that all of the replays on the screen were not additional occurrences.
It would not have occurred to me that to a child of four it felt like there were ten, twenty, fifty planes crashing and that it was happening every day.
good insight, which hadn't occurred to me either, I will remember that
My children were twelve, six and three - and appalled by the lack of children's progamming after school that day, especially as every channel seemed to have exactly the same picture of a building on fire...
Yes, similar ages to mine, and young enough, thank goodness, not to be too traumatised. Parents also have to be careful how we react - we have to make them realise what is happening, but not upset them too much.
The other time my daughter announced 'three are no cartoons on' with great indignation was on the morning of 31/8/97 when Di died.