Dianne Snyder was one of the three thousand victims. One of the three thousand faces. Three thousand stories.
Dianne was a flight attendant on American Airlines’ Flight 11, the plane that struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 at 8:46 AM.
The first plane.
I never met Dianne, but she is my personal connection to the events of that day. She was the sister-in-law of my good friend and neighbor, Paula (Snyder) Marggraf.
I asked Paula if I could open up my blog space today to Dianne’s story. She graciously agreed.
In Paula’s words:
“She was my brother John’s wife. They had two kids together, a son Leland, 14 at the time, and daughter Blakeslee, 11 at the time.
John was traveling in Connecticut that day for work and heard about the first American Airlines plane hitting the tower. He didn’t know Dianne’s flight number so he tried numerous times to reach American Airlines. When he finally did reach someone, he was told that she had not been on the plane.
In the meantime, my sister Kathy was also trying to contact American and when she reached someone, she was told that Dianne was indeed on that flight. Kathy then called John to offer her condolences. That is how John learned that Dianne was on the flight.”
Thanksgiving weekend that year, John was informed that Dianne’s remains were found and identified. Her hand – wedding rings intact – were found in the rubble.
So my post today is for Dianne’s family. It is also for the families of all of the victims, the first responders, the rescue and recovery workers who put the welfare and safety of others before their own.
To see 9/11 from the perspective of a New Yorker, check out the post by my good friend, Chris Robins. Chris is a New Yorker who’s reaction to 9/11 makes me proud. Well worth reading.