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9/11
Volunteers Reunite in Tearful Joy
by Etta Sanders
They tended to the blistered feet and soot-covered faces of the rescue and
recovery workers. They doled out coffee and comfort, blankets and back rubs
in 12-hours shifts. Last month they came together, to reunite and to remember.
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The volunteers gathered for a special viewing of the New-York Historical
Society's new display of artifacts, signs and photos that document
the extraordinary outpouring of help that followed the Sept. 11
attacks. The museum provides text with the items, but for the volunteers
and recovery workers who were there to view the exhibit, no explanation
was needed.

"Cold towels. I remember the icy towels we would put in cold
water and give to the firefighters when they came out," said
a teary-eyed Rhonda Villamia of Queens, who went to Lower Manhattan
on Sept. 17 to see how she could help, and volunteered for the next
six months. "It just brings back the faces of the firefighters
with all the soot. You just saw the white teeth and the white eyes."
Villamia stopped at a photo of a man she met when they stood together
on West Street and handed supplies to recovery workers. "I'm
seeing lots of familiar faces," she said.
The exhibit, called "Radical Hospitality," on display
until
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July 11, contains the ordinary objects that have become imbued
with emotion-teddy bears, hard hats, a basket of Chap Stick. There
are the hand-written signs from the makeshift assistance center
at Chelsea Piers that tell their stories in heart-wrenching snippets:
"Blood donation update," a listing of "who gets boots,"
instructions to volunteers that end with, "if we don't need
you today, we will at another time. This will be a long process."
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Many of the volunteers have kept in touch through email and
at summer barbecues. Some were known even to those they had
never met, like Frank Silecchia, a burly construction worker
who discovered the broken beams in the shape of a cross.
And there was Nino Vendome, whom everyone knew by his first
name alone and whose Canal Street restaurant became a relief
station. A glass exhibition case contains the frying pan his
mother, Josephine, used to cook sausage and peppers, and Nino's
white apron covered with patches from police departments across
the country. "They would give us piles of patches, because
they didn't know what to give us," Vendome said.
As Vendome looked at the display, a man came over to thank
him. "You're Nino. That was a great thing you did."
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"There were 10,000 others," Vendome replied.
There were, in fact, more. Fourteen thousand volunteers came through
St. Paul's Church alone. "We were from all walks of life and
we were brought together and we were knit into this family,"
said Rhonda Villamia.
Keith Piaseczny, who created the scrolls of names that hung at the
family viewing platform, came up beside her and they embraced. "It's
a tear-jerker, isn't it," he said.
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Nearby, Mickey Kross, a firefighter who spent hours trapped
after the North Tower collapsed, looked at a display of the
hard hat he wore day in and day out while working on "the
pile."
Volunteer Christine Gonda, a close friend stood beside him.
"I had the experience of being told he was gone,"
she said.
"Missing and presumed dead," Kross added.
"Then he reappeared," she said, as Kross smiled
broadly.
Kross spent months helping to recover the remains of those
who did not reappear. He and Villamia, who met at the block-long
tent set up at West and Murray streets where the workers showered
and ate, remembered the often boisterous scene there.
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"We spent more time in the tent than anywhere else,"
Kross said. "They even had bands. Wasn't Ozzy Osbourne
there once? That's the way the tent was, rock and roll."
"Constant activity," Villamia concurred.
While the tent rocked, St. Paul's became the place for rest
and contemplation. "I used to go there to lay on a bench
for an hour," said Kross. "There weren't many places
you could go at three in the morning."
David Klein, who supervised dinners once a week at St. Paul's,
recalled people who came 3,000 miles to lend a hand. "It's
amazing how close you can get to someone in a 12-hour shift,"
he said.
The recorded voices of the workers and volunteers are part
of the exhibit. In one recording, Jim Traynor, a mechanic
and recovery worker, recalls how he went to the church to
relieve his tired feet and aching back after seeing the most
horrible things he'd ever seen. "The volunteers of St.
Paul's are the true heroes to me," he says.
Diane Reiners coordinated the thousands who came to help,
After viewing the exhibit, she recalled how she would greet
new volunteers. "Welcome to our chaotic hotel of radical
hospitality," she would say.
The New-York Historical Society is at 2 West 77th St. 212-873-3400
or go to www.nyhistory.org.
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