Repost of 9/11 Tribute

James J. Straine
36 years old.
From: Oceanport, N.J.
James died in a attack by Terrorists on the World Trade Center.

Called Jimmy by friends, the Husband of Trisha,
the father of Finn, and Charlie.
James Straine was a son, brother, husband and father most loved.
He had returned to his job on the 104th Floor of One World Trade Center in Manhattan.
Sept 10th for half days, he had been blessed with a new son, 5 days before.

The last call Trisha received from Jim came about 8am on Sept.11, 2001.
Jimmy had called to see how she was doing; it was to be 2 yr old
Finn’s first day of nursery school. Charlie was 6 days old.
Jimmy was worried bout his wife.

Trisha was missing her lover and soul mate.

There was no way to know that would be the final call.

James is said to have been a kind person, with never a cross word.
He was much loved by friends and family.

He was to have been a groomsman in a wedding on the 15 of Sept, 2001

James was an avid reader, hardly seen without a book.
He loved to Golf, and fish
James was a fixed- income investment salesman, at the Cantor Fitzgerald
center in the World Trade Center.

In August 2001, the Straine family moved to Oceanport, N.J., so that James Straine, and his family, could be near the ocean and the Shrewsbury River.
Everywhere you go in Oceanport you can see water, and it was just perfect for his great passion, fishing.
So weeks before James was murdered by Terrorists, he had realized a
Life long dream, To Live on the Ocean.
He at least had the opportunity to take young Finn fishing once.

Trisha, His love, their Children,
Family, friends,
Beach, water, golf, reading, life

There is a golf tournament held each summer now to help Remember Jimmy Straine.
An annual gathering of friends takes place,
Finn and Charlie hear stories; learn about their daddy second hand from people who loved Jimmy and love them also.

The tournament it is also the way that the James J. Straine, Jr. Memorial Scholarship at Jimmy’s alma mater, Watchung Hills Regional High School in Warren, New Jersey is funded.

Jimmy is at home with the Lord.
His family is here and can use our prayers of support and comfort.

From our hearts to yours, we will never forget.
God Bless America.

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Thank you Dale for your work bringing this together!

Repost from 9/11/2006

Scott Powell, 35, Silver Spring, Maryland
BTG Inc. confirmed dead, Pentagon.

Scott grew up in Washington, D.C., he graduated from Washington’s Duke Ellington School of the Arts.

He was employed by BTG Inc. He was a Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer, which led to a job at the Pentagon, where he worked as a civilian contractor.

Scott was not married to the military, but to life.

Scott had a identical twin brother, Art as well as an older brother Shaun.
Brothers who were his dearest friends.

At one time Scott and Art formed a group they called it the “Mable’s Twinzz” formed a music production company, “Dem Twinzz productions.”

Ironically, both had developed a passion for Arabic song, which they played while on a tour together in Sweden and the United Kingdom.

The duo would never perform together again. Over the ensuing days and weeks after the Pentagon catastrophe, friends and family, so long accustomed to being around the two brothers, would call Art, because they missed the sound of Scott’s voice.

He composed songs, most of them rhythm and blues, and played more than a half-dozen instruments from piano to drums.

“He loved music. It really was his life,” said his other brother, Shaun. “Then he developed an interest in computers and that paid his bills.”

Scott was a great musician. He could play anything; drum pads, acoustic piano, keyboards, bass, acoustic guitar.
He could program, sequence, mix, and coach singers on vocals.

He was also very open with people, challenging them to rethink how they behaved with others around him. He was in love with music and the Steelers.

Scott’s mother Catherine had her hands full as the boys grew up; she said her twin sons began playing the drums at the age of 2. Scott later was trained classically on the string bass, she said.

The twins took jobs at the same firm, BTG Inc.

“Every time you saw one of them, the other wouldn’t be far behind,” she said. “That’s what I’ll miss the most. When I see Art, I’ll always be looking for Scott.”

In one tribute, I saw a letter from Scott’s daughter Sydney, who wrote:

dear daddy up in heaven i love u and i miss u lots i kno your watchin me all ways ill write u again soon
your daughter Sydney

But was unable to get more details, I will keep looking.

To Scott Powell’s family, if there are things you’d like added, please contact me.

We will never forget.

2,996 is a tribute to the victims of 9/11.

Whatever their achievements, the Lynch boys were products of their upbringing. The children of Irish immigrants, Sean P. Lynch and his brother Farrell P. Lynch were strivers like their parents.
Both sons died in the World trade center.

“They never forgot where they were from,” said their sister, Ellen Lynch. Growing up in a family of seven in a two- bedroom house ‹ “all the boys slept in the attic,” she said ‹ they were a tight-knit group, and as adults with families, they often gathered in that same house, where their parents still live, for traditional Irish breakfasts.

Farrell Lynch worked at Cantor Fitzgerald; Farrell Lynch, he had worked there long enough to be around for the 1993 bombing, was a partner.

Farrell Lynch lived on Long Island with his wife, Eileen, and daughters Katie, 13, Meghan, 11, and Annie, 7. The couple met as sophomores in high school, and they were looking forward to their 15th anniversary this month. Farrell Lynch also looked forward to a day when he could retire and coach high school basketball, said his wife. “He wanted to get into coaching one day ‹ that was his dream. Simple, but that’s what he wanted,” she said.

The Delta Dirt had this quote from Ferrall Lynch’s daughter Katie.

“Farrell Lynch was a great man, and I’m not just saying that because I’m his daughter. If you ask anyone who ever knew him they’ll tell you how special he made them feel.
He treated everyone with the same type of respect, whether it was the head of a big company or a six year old on the soccer field.

People often refer to him as like a magnet, drawing people to him wherever he went with his energy and love for life. He loved sports and hoped to retire young and coach high school basketball. He put his all into everything he did and pushed my sisters and I to do the same.

He worked hard to create a wonderful life for his family and loved nothing more than coaching CYO basketball and driving us to school late after taking us to a special breakfast. He loved taking us sledding at the nearby country club which he nicknamed “snowball hill.” He loved to take us skiing in the winter (even though he was terrible at it), always saying how great it was that we got to spend that time together.

I’m a lot like my father in many ways and he related to me better than any other person in the world. He was the greatest, most giving man I’ve ever known and ever will know. Though it’s two-and-a-half years later, I can still hear his laugh and still think some nights that he’s gonna walk through the front door and give me a big hug.”

Please take a moment today, and offer up prayers for the families, who even today struggle to deal with their loss.
2996 tributes can be found here.