Before we attended the marathon, we walked around Boston and had lunch at Joe’s American Bar & Grille – Nils & my first meeting spot! We also viewed special spots like our first apartment together in the North End and The Waterfront of Boston.
Our first apartment together. 76 North Margin Street, North End!
While we were in Boston for the one-year anniversary, we didn’t get a chance to visit the “art display” but did attend the Marathon on Monday, April 21, 2014, which was great. Such an amazing vibe in Boston that day!
For those who don’t know (which it’s hard not to know) but on April 15, 2013, two bombs went off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, transforming the city, its residents, and the runners and visitors participating in this world-famous event. We glued to our tv from Norfolk, England watching the entire thing transform and even seeing police officers on the SWAT team which I grew up with in Allston. It was a horrific event and the entire thing is sickening.
Almost immediately, a makeshift memorial began to take shape, first at the police barricade at the intersection of Boylston and Berkeley Streets and later at Copley Square. People from across the globe left flowers, posters, notes, t-shirts, hats, tokens of all shapes and sizes, and—most significantly—running shoes.
Each of the objects left at the memorial, whether giant banner or tiny scrap of paper, store-bought or handmade, was a message of love and support for grieving families and a grieving city. They were hoping in material form, symbolizing the human desire to help, comfort, connect and sustain when confronted with great tragedy.
In June 2013, the memorial was dismantled and these thousands of objects were transferred to the Boston City Archives for safekeeping.
To mark the one year anniversary, a selection of items from the memorial collection will be displayed—in one of Boston’s most important civic buildings—so visitors can once again experience the outpouring of human compassion they represent. We didn’t make it there to see it … way too busy.