An incredibly beautiful, peaceful and quiet memorial. It’s hard to accept that 40 people taking what started out as a routine flight, ended up plunging into a field in the Laurel Highlands of Pennsylvania.
Even on a very cloudy and rainy day, it was remarkable how many cars were in the parking lot. From all over. NY IN OH TN WVa CT. Cars. Campers. RVs. Motorcycles.
Oldsters like us. Families, grandparents with ‘tweens and many couples who looked like they were in their 20s. Lots of couples holding hands, maybe holding on for emotional support. It was moving.
We were greeted by a volunteer who set us on the right path, what to see and in what order.
The gray stone path leads guests to the overlook and also the Visitor Center.
The memorial is two-fold – from up above, looking down at the field and impact site. Here I am at the glass etched railing, looking down.
An overview of the memorial.
I was fascinated that there were so many families with young kids and I wanted to ask one of the moms or dads what they had told their kids about the memorial, about terrorism. I didn’t find anyone I felt would be comfortable answering so I passed.
This photo in particular intrigued me. The boy in the yellow parka here is listening to last calls made by people on the plane. There’s a sign nearby warning parents that the content may be disturbing so either the family forewarned the kids (the daughter went next) or the parents didn’t feel the phone calls would be emotionally disturbing. So I asked myself WWMD? (What Would Martha Do?)
The faces of the lost. Very poignant. An interactive computer screen for each person, their photos, their tributes.
A very well used box of kleenex. I brought my own.
And this, I was shocked actually, at the crassness of selling Flight 93 sweatshirts. Who would buy it????????????????????
From the visitor center, it was a drive down to the lower level to the impact field and the wall of names. There’s also a winding walking path down to the lower level but the clouds were ominous so we drove.
The laying of a wreath ceremony site.
Looking back up to the Visitor Center.
The quarter mile path to the wall of names.
A 17-ton boulder is placed at the impact site. I purposely didn’t take a close-up photo, preferring the long range, of the blossoming wild flower field and green of life.
Two women did walk down the path, only to get caught in a quick downpour.
The wall of names.
As I said in the beginning, the site is incredible peaceful, which would be exactly what I would want had I lost family on that flight. Renewal abounds, even in the abundant bird life around.
In the distance, the Meyerdale Wind Farm.
I got up close and personal with those wind turbines coming to the Memorial on Route 30. Lots of local news articles about how these turbines are killing bats and that’s not a good thing but I suppose the upside is what electricity it is producing.
In some way it was nice that the weather was cloudy. It was almost more suiting to the mood of the venue. I give it a ten out of ten. A must see, even though, quite honestly, it is freaking in the middle of nowhere.