9 / 11 - 25 years on

 

This tribute is published on the 25th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on New York, Washington and Pennsylvania on 11 September 2001, under the auspices of Project 2996.

Jeffrey Dwayne Collman

Image: Family photograph, via http://guy-at-judson.blogspot.com (site discontinued)

Source: Aurora Beacon News, Aurora IL 9-23-2001
Jeffrey Dwayne Collman, age 41, of Novato, California, formerly of Yorkville, IL, a flight attendant for American Airlines, died in the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center in New York City at 8:45a.m. on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.

Jeffrey was a 1977 graduate of Yorkville High School in Yorkville, IL. Jeff was formerly employed, for over 10 years, at All-Steel in Montgomery, IL. He had then worked, for a brief time, at Cedar Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles, California before attaining his dream of being a flight attendant with American Airlines. Jeffrey loved his job and traveling to other countries around the world. He also loved to play and watch tennis. Jeff was a true people person who enjoyed visiting with and getting to know others. He became a flight attendant in 1997. Two years later, Jeff received the American Professional Flight Attendant Award and was considered a spirited and dedicated flight attendant. He liked to entertain children on his flights, and he was fond of playing tennis and traveling, friends said.

He is survived by his parents, Dwayne and Kay Collman of Yorkville, IL and Beverly Sutton of North Aurora, IL; his close companion, Keith Bradkowski of Novato, Ca; his brothers, Charles Collman of Fort Meyers, FL and Brian Collman of Las Vegas, NV; his sister, Brenda Sorenson of Aurora, IL; his step-brothers, Steve (Linda) Gengler of Yorkville, IL and Chuck (Lakshmi) Gengler of South Orange, NJ; his step-sister, Susan Bohan of California; a god-child, Marlene Wakelin; his half-sisters, Laura Kries of Brooklyn Park, MN, Caroline Sutton of Joliet, IL and Vickie Michel of Aurora, IL; several nieces and nephews, many loving aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. Jeffrey will also be missed by 100 other flight attendants.

He is preceded in death by his grandparents and his brother, Mark Allen Collman.
A memorial service was held on Monday, October 1, 2001 at the Immanuel Lutheran Church in Yorkville, IL with Pastor John Leaf officiating.

Father’s thoughts
Dwayne Collman's imagination gets the best of him when he thinks about the final minutes of his son's life on American Airlines Flight 11. He's filled with horror thinking about what the 41-year-old flight attendant from Yorkville went through as terrorists with knives steered the plane into the first World Trade Center tower. Collman knows his son received safety training in flight school, but he doubts it ever could have prepared him for the challenges he would face on the morning of Sept. 11. The grieving father is sure of one thing about his son, though, even if the details about his death are not certain:
"He would have fought like hell."

Jeffrey Collman, an American Airlines flight attendant for five years who grew up in Yorkville, died Tuesday morning when his hijacked plane, destined for Los Angeles, crashed into New York's famous landmark at 8:45 a.m. Though his body has not been recovered, his parents knew he was gone when he didn't call within a few hours after the tragedy. He had sent his stepmother, Kay, an e-mail the night before, telling her he would be flying from Boston to Los Angeles the next morning.

"I knew he was in that accident because every time there was something going on with airplanes, he would call and say, 'Hey, I'm all right,' " said Kay Collman. "So I knew that, when he didn't call, he was on that plane."

His parents [...] say Jeffrey Collman wanted to be a flight attendant because he loved to travel and meet people around the world. After working for years at Allsteel in Montgomery, he moved to California about five years ago to pursue that dream. Lifelong friend Dolores Humphrey, who went to school with Jeffrey Collman at all grade levels in Yorkville, said she feared he was killed when she heard the news because he often flew early-week flights from Boston to Los Angeles.
She said Collman never lost contact with his friends, even though his job took him around the world.

"Every time he got into town, he would call anyone he knew to meet for breakfast," said Humphrey, who last talked to Collman [5 days before 9/11]. "He would talk for a couple hours, then have to go fly somewhere else."

His stepmother said Jeffrey was the type of person who could "sit down next to someone on a plane and walk away knowing their life story." His father said Jeffrey loved tennis and flew around the world to watch professionals play. Kay Collman says her stepson never went anywhere meekly, and he loved his job so much that she's sure he didn't back down in the face of terror. "He took it seriously," she said, "and he would not have let anyone walk on him."

Humphrey said Jeffrey talked of flying even when he was a child, and his dream came true when American Airlines gave him a job. He was never afraid to fly, she said, always asserting that he was safer in the air than anyone on the ground. Collman's parents have begun to realize how their son died, and that he will always be remembered as a victim on one of the saddest days ever in the United States.

"It's completely different than just someone dying," Kay Collman said. "We'll have the pictures forever. We'll always see where he died. It's part of history."

Seattle Times, 17 September 2001
His partner, Keith Bradkowski, said Collman was courageous and safety-conscious. "He was so focused on safety," Bradkowski said. "If there was a threat, he would have done anything in his power to prevent it." He didn't normally work the Boston-to-Los Angeles route but made an exception to get vacation time at the end of the month. Collman grew up in Yorkville, Ill., and besides Bradkowski left behind four brothers and a sister. (Seattle Times)

Further information: the fate of Flight 11.

Sources
https://afacwa.org/jeffrey-collman/
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5767989/jeffrey-dwayne-collman

and as attributed above.

9 / 11 - 25 years on

 
When this post is published, it will be exactly twenty-five years to the minute that the first aircraft hit the World Trade Center in New York. The events of what is now referred to as 9/11 are only too well known.

My thoughts are with all victims, whether identified afterwards, or not. In New York, Washington and Pennsylvania.

My thoughts are with the passengers and crew on the four flights destroyed. My thoughts are with the victims killed in the World Trade Center. My thoughts are with those emergency workers who lost their lives trying to save others'.

My thoughts today are with the families of those who perpetrated these atrocities, for they lost too.

But first and foremost, my thoughts are with Norberto Hernandez, whose tribute I first filed on Northern Trip, the predecessor to Atlantic Lines and A Cobbled Road, in 2006. The searches for Norberto on Google are contaminated with references to the Falling Man, who was in fact another victim, Jonathan Briley. This confusion has led to much anger and anguish, something the families of both men could do well without.

Norberto, rest in peace.

This entry, as stated above is dedicated to the memory of




Norberto was a pastry chef from Elmhurst, working in the restaurant Windows on the World on the 106th and 107th floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York. After the attacks, he was reported missing for a week until parts of a torso and an arm were found in a collapsed stairwell. DNA testing and finger printing reveiled that these were the remains of Norberto. It also invalidated claims that the image of the Falling Man was that of Norberto; this was another victim of 9/11 who will be the subject of a different tribute.


At the time of the attacks on the WTC, Norberto was aged 42 and had been married for 25 years. He was the fourth of ten children by his parents’ marriage, and also had six half-siblings through his father. His parents separated when he was young. Norberto himself had three daughters, three grandchildren and 37 nephews. He was a man of Puerto Rican origins, and had hoped to spend his final days there. Instead, after 9/11, a funeral service was held and his remains cremated in Puerto Rico.

His sister Luz described Norberto. “He was quiet, kind”, she said. “He was a handsome man. Everybody loved him, you know. Everybody.” Norberto’s nickname was Bible, as he was very dependable. Together Forever was his motto.

Norberto started work in Windows on the World at the age of 17, washing dishes. He was interested in cooking, so a manager paid for his tuition at cooking school. Norberto became pastry chef and worked up to 10 hours a day. His sister Luz said that he made cakes, desserts, cookies and bread. His cakes were fabulous.

Outside work, Norberto loved sports, and was a fan of a Puerto Rican boxer, Felix Trinidad Jr. Four days before the attacks, he rang his mother and asked her to play “I would cry but I have no more tears” four times.

In the immediate aftermath of the plane striking the North Tower, Norberto called his sister Luz. “He said: ‘Yeah, don’t worry, I’m OK”.They were disconnected, and when Luz tried to call back she could not get through. Other accounts from Windows on the World tell that smoke and dust filled the restaurant after the strike, and that people lay on the floor to escape the worst of it. Air was beginning to run out at the time of the last contact.

These are the facts that I have managed to pull together from the Internet.

From the little that I have learned of Norberto, he came through as a gentle giant. Although 6’2” (1.84m) tall, he was always listening, and talked later. His family suffered a double loss, as Claribel Hernandez (his sister-in-law), a secretary working elsewhere in the North Tower, was also killed in the attacks. Norberto was close in the family and responsible, which earned him the nickname Bible. He loved his work, and by the look of one of the images, loved to impart that knowledge to others around him.

September 11th, 2001, dawned as a brilliantly sunny morning in New York. Two planes were flown into the two towers of the World Trade Center, leading to their collapse within 2 hours. The destruction of so many lives was brought about by mindless hatred and madness, fuelled by religious zealotry which was not based on any writing in any scriptures in any religion.

Norberto may have heard of that on news reports, but it was probably quite far from him. He was a man that lived for his family, always there for them. A diligent worker, putting in up to 10 hours a day, loving his creations from the oven. Travelling to the WTC on the Subway every morning, his thoughts were probably far from what was to happen not that much later on that fateful Tuesday.

Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-six are known to have died that day, or in its immediate aftermath. Norberto’s ashes were scattered in his homeland of Puerto Rico. His memory lives on in his family, and in the memory of those that read this. He is deeply missed by those close to him.

To Norberto Hernandez

Rest In Peace


Links
http://www.jrn.columbia.edu/studentwork/terror/sep19/three_lives.asp
This link is no longer operational

I have attempted to contact the University of Columbia to use the material in this link, but have not received a reply. As it is central to the tribute, I have used it, and acknowledge the writer, Sarah Clemence.

http://www.poetrykit.org/pkl/tw6/pg05.htm


This is a poem by Barbara Phillips, from which I have used some factual references to Norberto. It refers to him being the Falling Man though.

I have been granted permission by United In Memory (website no longer operational) to reproduce the commemorative quilt for Norberto.


http://www.queenspress.com/archives/coverstories/2001/issue38/coverstory.htm
Link no longer operational
The poster, pictured above, proclaiming Norberto as missing after the attacks, hung on a walkway of Manhattan for more than a week

This is Norberto's inscription on the memorial at Ground Zero in Manhattan, New York.

The Guga Hunt

This article is a refreshingly balanced review of the debate surrounding the guga hunt at Sula Sgeir. Guga is the salted meat of chicks of the northern gannet. These birds nest on islands like Sula Sgeir. Each year, a group of men from the villages of Ness in Lewis go there and harvest the birds by killing them as humanely as possible, cleaning and salting them. It is apparently a delicacy. The number of birds culled was decreased from 2,000 to 500 in recent times.

There is a very vocal campaign to deny the guga hunt a renewed license, for reasons of animal welfare. Videos are doing the rounds of the birds being culled and processed. That is certainly not a pleasant process, but think of it this way. Do you want to think about the process that turns that cow in a field into a steak on your plate? In the case of the guga, that process is in full public view. You may as well petition the government to ban slaughterhouses.

Another change

In a way, I am sad to note Sir Keir Starmer's resignation as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. I would be fully prepared to accept that he meant well, but the way he went about matters eventually left him with no other option. 

After the Conservatives kept changing their leaders, there was hope that Labour would be a stable breath of fresh air. It turned into the same stale guff, so voters turned to Reform UK out of sheer exasperation in last month's local elections. 

Andy Burnham was elected on a 55% share of the vote in the Makerfield by-election last week - so he is now carrying the hope of the nation. He is likely to be elected leader of the Labour Party so, I can only say: Actions speak louder than words.

Sandwick Stones

Between November 2025 and February 2026, I photographed all the gravestones in New Sandwick Cemetery. There are some 2,100 stones, showing over 4,000 names. 

Using the findagrave site, I have transcribed the data from inscriptions (if legible) onto an Excel database. Currently, I am adding the family connections - where possible. There are 150 gravestones with no or illegible inscriptions. 

The final item will be a full transcription of the inscription on all the gravestones - which will be a huge task. I intend to hand this over to Stornoway Historical Society once complete. 

Next item on the agenda then will be the Old Cemetery; this was transcribed in the 1990s, an invaluable body of work as inscriptions have now faded, sometimes into oblivion, under the influence of acid rain, sandblow and encroaching lichen. 

The Old Cemetery has 500 stones, showing 1,500 names. The New Cemetery is quite orderly, with stones standing in rows. The Old Cemetery is old, and stones are higgledy-piggledy across the precinct. I may have to use temporary little marker to show which ones I have covered. 

Beyond that, I'll move on to the other 20-odd burial grounds in Lewis and Harris. And an extension to Uist and Barra is in my mind. 

The picture is my favourite, taken in the New Cemetery on 20 December 2025, just 12 minutes before sunset.

Starmer - 2

I'm watching the political machinations in Westminster.
Not impressed.

Because the problem is not Reform UK. The problem is one that the government is failing to address, leaving a huge void that Nigel Farage's outfit are only too happy to fill with a lot of populist guff.

Whilst Keir Starmer is slowly losing power and influence, there is an unedifying spectacle of potential rivals posturing and jostling for position. One wrote a resignation letter with sulphuric acid.
Another is offered the seat of a sitting MP, who is resigning so they can fight a by-election. And
what would be the excoriating supreme irony? If Reform UK were to win the Makerfield by-election. Because they are sensing blood, if not already lapping it up. Yet, the underlying problem causing their popularity - remains unresolved.

Starmer

There is an issue in British society that is not being addressed by the government of the day. It did for the Conservatives, and the fact that Labour is now also tearing itself apart is indicative of this problem. A further pointer are the massive election wins by Reform UK in the local elections last week; also the large numbers of seats they gained at Holyrood and Cardiff Bay.

Reform UK is a single-issue protest party, focused on immigration. And whatever also ails Britain is deflected onto that issue. The matter of the small boats, it would appear, is the result of the actions of *one* individual gangmaster, who has (thus far) eluded capture by European authorities. From my perspective, the French authorities seem to be either powerless or unwilling to make a concerted effort to deal with the migrant camps between the Belgian border and Boulogne-sur-mer.

Throwing Keir Starmer under the bus will not resolve those issues. Any successor will be confronted by the same problems.

May I remind readers of pre-war Germany, where Adolf Hitler promised to deal with all the ills of German society, post-WW1 - by victimising one group in society. 

The flame is a warning from the past.