I remember how humbling and meaningful it was to me last year when on a day of remembrance Americans and our friends of America around the world began and continued a chain. We went outside our homes at a given hour local time and played Amazing Grace 3 times -- once for the dead, once for their families, and once for those remaining to continue.
Please join me tomorrow, September 11 to remember the tragedy and the fallen at 7 pm local time in a similar way.
Thank you on behalf of the families,
Bruce White
Washington, DC
Remembering 9/11 with Amazing Grace at 7pm local time
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So which is it 6:00 local everywhere (as in the other thread), or 7:00? It doesn't matter to me, as I'm in the Central Time Zone, and it's 6:00 either way. I'm just asking for others' sake.
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I'd looked down a bit, but not far enough to find a similar request about 9/11. The message will be the same if it's at 6 pm Local Time or 7 pm. 3 times through Amazing Grace (or air of choice) to honor the dead, their families, and us.
Thanks Betty, I'm glad I wasn't the first to post the message.
Bruce
I'd looked down a bit, but not far enough to find a similar request about 9/11. The message will be the same if it's at 6 pm Local Time or 7 pm. 3 times through Amazing Grace (or air of choice) to honor the dead, their families, and us.
Thanks Betty, I'm glad I wasn't the first to post the message.
Bruce
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- Tell us something.: Good to be home, many changes here, but C&F is still my home! I think about the "old" bunch here and hold you all in the light, I am so lucky to have you all in my life!
I played tribute to the firefighters and police in NYC on Main Street in Deadwood all day from 10AM -7PM with a few breaks. By the end of the day, my lips were numb, my throat was sore and my eyes were gritty and I was exhuasted. It was strange, the slot zombies crawled from casino to casino, and I had some delightful conversations with some tourists, and gave away whistles, mostly to elderly gents who asked for them. Seems to me the only thing I could do was to play my little black heart out, and I did. I made some money for more whistles to send out, which was nice, just had the hat out...funny thing, the MAYOR of Deadwood slipped in a 20 bill after our pitched battle. The cops were great...and I got to dance and hug a Native American friend of mine in the middle of the street. Somehow, something tells me tnat things ARE gonna get better for everyone in the world! When there's that much love going around, how can it not be that way? However, if I hear "Danny Boy" or "Minstrel Boy" or any of those old chestnuts on the whistle again, I may scream, I was playing them in my sleep last night! We are a great bunch of people, no matter how diverse we are!
I played Granny Mouse's Circle last night and will play this one too! I';d like to see people check in afterward, so we can see how big and universal that Whistler's Circle is!
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I played Granny Mouse's Circle last night and will play this one too! I';d like to see people check in afterward, so we can see how big and universal that Whistler's Circle is!
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This one rambles some. Be warned.
As I sat before the TV I'd sworn I wouldn't watch yesterday, it was amazing what sorts of often conflicting emotions passed through me. One was pride, that a nation so big, so diverse, and often so fractious could come together in such a way as we did.
Another was rage, that the unmentionably base cowards who sent those fanatics and still send others to murder and maim should still be walking and breathing. When I ran across mention of the Al Quaida thugs who somehow died in the custody of our Afghan allies, there was no compassion, no forgiveness - only a dull feeling of 'so what?'.
I read in today's paper of one of those little acts of kindness that seem so typical of our better emotions yesterday. At a local coffee shop, everyone paid for someone else's coffee. It apparently started when one customer paid for the coffee of the person (stranger) behind him in line. That person, when informed of it, chose to pay for the coffee of the person who followed him or her. And so it went all day. It seems sort of corny, especially in that no person paid any more than he/she would have anyway - and yet it left me feeling (warm?proud?whatever). Funny, huh?
The picture in the same paper of two Muslim women, weeping and holding their hands over their hearts during the national anthem at a local memorial service also went a long way to reminding me that we are such an oddity. So many different tribes went into our making that sometimes I think we wonder who we really are - and yet, strangely, yesterday we KNEW! I, for one, fervently hope that that knowledge remains.
What they did to us last year was one of the greatest horrors this country has endured - and yet I think it left us stronger and more together than at any time since the end of World War II, certainly more than at any time since Viet Nam.
Thanks to Dale, GrannyMouse, and everyone here who played and prayed. Honor to you.
(soapbox mode off)
As I sat before the TV I'd sworn I wouldn't watch yesterday, it was amazing what sorts of often conflicting emotions passed through me. One was pride, that a nation so big, so diverse, and often so fractious could come together in such a way as we did.
Another was rage, that the unmentionably base cowards who sent those fanatics and still send others to murder and maim should still be walking and breathing. When I ran across mention of the Al Quaida thugs who somehow died in the custody of our Afghan allies, there was no compassion, no forgiveness - only a dull feeling of 'so what?'.
I read in today's paper of one of those little acts of kindness that seem so typical of our better emotions yesterday. At a local coffee shop, everyone paid for someone else's coffee. It apparently started when one customer paid for the coffee of the person (stranger) behind him in line. That person, when informed of it, chose to pay for the coffee of the person who followed him or her. And so it went all day. It seems sort of corny, especially in that no person paid any more than he/she would have anyway - and yet it left me feeling (warm?proud?whatever). Funny, huh?
The picture in the same paper of two Muslim women, weeping and holding their hands over their hearts during the national anthem at a local memorial service also went a long way to reminding me that we are such an oddity. So many different tribes went into our making that sometimes I think we wonder who we really are - and yet, strangely, yesterday we KNEW! I, for one, fervently hope that that knowledge remains.
What they did to us last year was one of the greatest horrors this country has endured - and yet I think it left us stronger and more together than at any time since the end of World War II, certainly more than at any time since Viet Nam.
Thanks to Dale, GrannyMouse, and everyone here who played and prayed. Honor to you.
(soapbox mode off)
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