Bacia Edelman on tue 18 sep 01
Clay friends:
First of all, I arrived home last Sunday around midnight, though
my ticket home had been for Wed, Sept. 12th out of Logan airport
in Boston. Then I learned that Joyce had let the list know
my situation and I even received "welcome home" posts from
several friends. I am barely coming out from under ten days mail,
suitcase still not empty etc.
I will not comment on the awful past week as I understand there
have been all kinds of posts, admirable and otherwise, and I just
signed back onto the list.
On Tuesday, Sep. 11th, I had a plan to meet potter Anne Fallis
Elliott, who used to be on the list and who first answered a question
I asked about the history of teapots (Nils Lou did as well!)
many yrs. ago. We have corresponded intermittently and infrequently
since. We knew each other's work well, never having met,then exchanged
mug shots so we could recognize one another to meet at the
Boston Public Library (which has two entrances) in order to do
the famous gallery street, Newbury Street. She planned to
take the train from New York. I already knew about
the twin towers disaster, but felt I had to leave my nephew's home
in Newton to get into Boston in time to meet Anne. Well, her train was late
and therefore we did a search in circles like an old Chaplin film.
An hr. after our appointed meeting time, I phoned my family and learned
that she had called and would call back within an hr. This is
getting too detailed, but I squeezed in two extremely quick visits
to the two nearest galleries on a list of recommended ones and then
dashed for the underground transport to be there for Anne's call.
All fares were waived as students poured out of all closing colleges
and jammed the trains. My family had not registered whether Anne had
phoned from New York or downtown Boston. She claimed later she had
actually said she was at the library.
Anyway, this is getting too detailed. We connected by phone, she could
not take train back to N.Y.as they were suspended, so she followed directions
to Newton and we met thus at my relatives' home, where she ate well
and spent the night, only to dash off after learning the trains were
running again.
This was in a post she wrote Thurs. She lives in Tribeca, very near
the World Trade Center.
>>Its very much an emergency scene outside my windows in every direction; its
grimy & the air smells burnt & the only traffic on my little cross street
(Vestry) are Con Edison vehicles. I got as far as W4th coming back & then
walked the rest of the way; the south down here is all barricaded off; I had
to pass 2 barricades to gain entrance to my place. Its quite deserted, I"m
not sure that there is anyone else in my building (a 7 story loft building).<<
Later on in same post she wrote that no stores were open in her area, there
were barricades in her street so she couldn't cross over, she had to
walk endless blocks to get both cat and human food, and at the time
worried if she could get to her other job at the Village Voice on foot.
(She did.) There was no mail or garbage pickup by then of course.
Chapter two will follow about the remarkable Pucker Gallery which I
spent a long time visiting the next day (without Anne, sadly) where
Phil Rogers had written me to be sure to visit and where I encountered
much more: of search for terrorists trails in a downtown hotel right
across from the public library and my train stop.
Grateful to be at home.
Bacia
Bacia Edelman Madison, Wisconsin
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