I had forgotten that it was 9/11 until a few of my students came in as if they were dressed for the 4th of July. Sweet Briana had tried to organize the kids to mark the importance of the date. The room was not awash in the glory of our fine red, white and blue, but it was still, if just for a moment, of the remembrance of the significance of the date. This is a day to recognize those that we lost when the planes crashed into the twin towers, to celebrate the hard work of those who worked to put as much right as possible (both here and far away) and for the reminder of what our freedom costs. It is a remembrance that is more alive for them than Labor Day or Memorial day. It is one of those days that are emblazoned in the memories of this generation.
Last weekend we celebrated Labor day with a visit to the Hidee Mine where cousin Mark works. Ethan and Larr have been there a ton of times, but it is still a thrill for them. I thought you might like a look, too.
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