. . . Close-knit is an understatement. In the suburbs of Buffalo, with their succession of two-story colonials and rambling ranches, residents spent the first half of the weekend piecing together how they were linked to the 50 people killed in the crash, including one man inside the home hit by the plane.
The ties to the victims were complex and overlapping. They sold them mulch, dined at their restaurants, planned funerals together and listened to their mothers chat proudly about them while getting pedicures.
They didn’t just know their names: they knew their histories and quirks. They knew who was allergic to flowers, what they liked to read and who had attended their daughters’ soccer games. . .
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Buffalo Plane Crash and Our Small World
When the plane crashed in Buffalo, I thought about Rabbi Harry Rosenfeld who had been rabbi in Anchorage for many years before moving to a new congregation in Buffalo. I checked his blog but there was nothing there. (Now he has his comments from last Friday's Shabbat service about his cantor Susan Wehle who died in the crash.) Today someone emailed me this New York Times article about people gathering at Rabbi Rosenfeld's synagogue and home and [another nearby synagogue] to grieve.
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Actually it was not my synagogue. Their rabbi was out of town and couldn't' get back for the Friday service so I lead their service for them.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the posting. I'm working on a new piece about being at the crash site watching them recover the bodies.