10 Sep September is Never an Easy Month
If you grew up on a Caribbean island, or anywhere around the Gulf of Mexico, you know this is the peak month for the hurricane season. You brace yourself, hope for the best, and get ready for the worst. When I was a child, I remember my parents and grandparents talking about Hurricane San Felipe, a Cat 5 that hit the Island of Puerto Rico on September 13, 1928, and San Ciprián, which made landfall on September 26, 1932, just four years later, as a Cat 3. Then, when I was four years old, I remember how the family started to prepare for Hurricane Donna: September 5, 1960. It was always the women who made all the preparations for the hurricanes: gather supplies, water, food, put towels under the doors and make sure the men boarded up any glass doors or windows. For the most part, back then we had what were called “Miami windows,” horizontal aluminum strips that overlapped with a small grip that made them hurricane-safe, so there was no need to board up the windows.
I have come to realize in my adulthood that I grew up in a matriarchal family, even though men somehow maintained a patriarchal status of sorts. It turned out to be a very useful skill as more Septembers came and more natural disasters became a regular threat. The one disaster I could not prepare for was a terrorist attack: September 11, 2001. I was working in D.C. Superior Court at the time. The U.S. Marshals came to get us out of the interpreters office, and for a quick moment we stared at the TV monitors in the jury room on our way out. It did not look real: one of the World Trade Center towers had smoke coming out from one of the high floors. That’s all we were able to see, and then we were rushed out of the building. Out on the street, all you could hear were emergency sirens. The streets were empty except for military Humvees, police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. Cell phone service was out, bus service and metro service had stopped, and five of us interpreters walked into the first place that we saw open: an Irish pub.
The TV behind the bar was on. We looked in a state of shock as the north building of the twin towers collapsed. The rest of the people who had also stopped at the pub to look at the scenes on the TV had started to form a line by the only pay phone in the building. I went over and managed to call my parents to let them know I was safe, and then we all started to walk again, in silence, each one heading home to deal with this alone, because it would take a long time – years in my case – to even be able to talk about the horrors of 9/11.
It has been 20 years, and I can talk about it now. I have friends, fellow interpreters, who were in New York, who took the train from New Jersey to get to the courthouse in Manhattan or Brooklyn or rode the subway to work and had been under the World Trade Center maybe minutes before the attacks. I know their emotional scars from that day are much deeper than mine. Indeed, there are things for which we can never be ready. And things from which, maybe, we can never fully recover.
But maybe you have a grandmother like mine, or an aunt, or a mom, who commands an army of her brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, children, grandchildren and even greatgrandchildren. I hope you had someone in your life who helped you learn how to survive even in the worst of circumstances—like Hurricane Katrina or Hurricane María—and never, ever “let ‘em see you sweat.”
I hope today you take the hand of someone special and celebrate the life you have, because September is never an easy month.
Janis Palma has been a federally certified English<>Spanish judiciary interpreter since 1981. Her experience includes conference work in the private sector and seminar interpreting for the U.S. State Department. She has been a consultant for various higher education institutions, professional associations, and government agencies on judiciary interpreting and translating issues. She worked as an independent contractor for over 20 years in federal, state and immigration courts around the U.S. before taking a full-time job. Janis joined the U.S. District Courts in Puerto Rico as a staff interpreter in April 2002 and retired in 2017. She now lives in San Antonio, Texas, embracing the joys of being a grandmother. She also enjoys volunteering for her professional associations, has been on the SSTI and TAJIT Boards, and is currently on the NAJIT Board of Directors. Contact: email@example.com
Main photo by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. Body photo, “Hurricane Katrina as seen by NOAA satellite,” from NOAA.
9 thoughts on “September is Never an Easy Month”
I am, very thankfully, married to a woman like that, Janis!
Good for you, Ramon!
So many emotions! I was in middle school in when the attacked happened. I remember the chaos, even though we were “safe” all the way in Puerto Rico. As you say September is never an easy month, specially after having lived and survived the aftermath of H. María here in the island. Life has never been the same ever since, but this time it was my turn to be that strong figure who held everything together even when everything else was crumbling down. I am grateful I, like you, had someone who taught me how to survive even in the most difficult situations by looking at the silver linings.
So you are the one to pass it down to your daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, cousins and even your neighbors and friends, Dennise. Don’t forget to set that example!
I’ve enjoyed so much reading your essay, dear Janis! I do have a woman, a forceful and energized Matriarch who commanded an army of so many of us. A woman who left us 4 years ago already, but whose force and energy remain guiding us lovingly and firmly through hard times, I salute and honor my Matriarch and those of all of you reading this piece. Smile… we do not walk alone!
I salute her and you too, Maria! We certainly do not walk alone.
Thank you so much, Janis. A heartfelt salute to our mothers, grandmothers and sisters. Such a lovely essay.
Thank you very much, Janice, for a thoughtfully written article.
Thank you, Janis, for not letting that infamous date pass by unnoticed. I read an article last week about a few of the survivors that day, and thought it was important enough to share with my children, who were teens at the time. We do not want to forget what happened that day, and it’s fully as important to remember that, as it is to discuss other things we may not want to mention in our collective past.
However, I think we also have to be careful that we not allow it to become an excuse to discriminate against anyone, including those who have done us wrong. Each person alive is an individual, and each of us has both good in them, as well as the awful capacity to do inhumane things to others. Let us remember that in our own selves, and do our best to eschew those evil tendencies that we all sometimes have, and instead do our best to be the compassionate and loving people that I believe God Almighty wants us to be, and that I think most of us really want to be.
Whether we are matriarchs or patriarchs, it is important to pass on to the next generation, the concepts of the worth of human life, the understanding that each of us sometimes fails in so many ways, how importance forgiveness is, and the dignity with which we ought to treat every person.