Saturday, January 10, 2009
Sometimes there are moments in life that you never forget. Of course there are things like your child being born, marriage proposals, being elected cheerleader captain, or having a crown placed on your head at the prom. But I'm talking about things like when President Kennedy was shot, or for my father it's the moment he heard World War II was over. Sometimes, no matter what, we never get over those moments.
I was too young for the Kennedy murders or the end of wars, but moments that stand out for me are when Reagan was shot, the Space Shuttle Challenger exploding, the fall of the Soviet Union, the death of Princess Diana, and of course the planes flying into the World Trade Center. I'll never forget those moments.
I was watching General Hospital on TV when ABC News interrupted the show to report on Ronald Reagan being shot. I remember calling my Mom and Dad at their work and telling them. They didn't believe me. There were convinced I had the wrong Reagan.
I was in my advanced ballet class in college when I heard of the Challenger Explosion.
I was in grad school studying Russian history and writing my masters thesis when the Soviet Union fell. I remember my professor being heartbroken, but what a time to be in that class. That was awesome.
I was driving back to my apartment in Memphis from a Mississippi River Delta casino in the middle of the night when I heard on the radio that Diana was dead. I'd been enamored with her since I watched that fairy tale wedding on TV when I was 12 years old. The first thing I thought when I heard the news was that the underground workings of the royal family had probably had her killed. Of course, that was total conspiracy theorist extremism, but sometimes I'm not too sure it's totally ridiculous after all.
And then I was on my sofa in my downtown Memphis apartment drinking coffee and watching CBS morning news when the planes flew into the World Trade Center. I saw the whole thing happening live. It was only by the grace of God that I wasn't traveling that day myself. That was during the 90% travel days of my job.
I don't know why I'm on about this. It's way too late on a Saturday night for this sort of thing. But it was just on my mind, so I wrote about it.
By the way....last night I had the oddest dream. It was an amusing one, though.
I dreamed that I was crowned Queen of Spain. I was visiting Spain, and the people liked me so much that they made me their queen. I had a giant crown on my head and big white sash tied around me. I remember the crowds were cheering and clapping, and I said, "Wow! Thanks!" Then I was in a baroque style old theater, and my best friend came to have lunch with me. When she walked up to my table, I said, "Hey, P----! They made me a queen!", and she said, "I know! That's so cool!" And then we had salads and iced tea.
What a crazy dream. I didn't even take any melatonin last night, which I sometimes do because I have such trouble sleeping, though it gives me weird dreams. But at least this was a happy dream.
Posted by Chatelaine at 10:15 PM