For Children, a New Fear Changes Every Good-Bye MEANWHILE

It made me think about my childhood and my children's. When I was [Wyeth]'s age, we had air raid drills, crawling under our desks at school. The boys in my class jumped at this chance to run toy cars through girls' hair and look up their dresses for pants were not allowed in a Catholi...

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Published inInternational herald tribune
Main Author Shields-West, Eileen
Format Newspaper Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Paris New York Times Company 21.11.2001
EditionInternational edition
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WASHINGTON
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Summary:It made me think about my childhood and my children's. When I was [Wyeth]'s age, we had air raid drills, crawling under our desks at school. The boys in my class jumped at this chance to run toy cars through girls' hair and look up their dresses for pants were not allowed in a Catholic school. But the threat was intangible, the country impregnable. Nothing had touched us so violently it made us weep. The difference between my world and theirs is that the United States is now living with an open wound. On Sept. 11, Wyeth and his twin sister Laura saw terrified bird-men taking flight from windows in the sky. They saw the towers they knew from Christmas flights to New York crumble in the same sudden and devastating way as when one destroys the other's precious tower of blocks with one swift kick.
ISSN:0294-8052