Lindsay S. Morehouse

Lindsay, I think about you from time to time more than you know. Most especially today- I am saddened that you lost your young and beautiful life so soon . We worked together while Lindsay was with Windsor
Group. She used to talk to me about her kitty. Although, we
only knew each other a short
while- Lindsay was incredibly
Fun!! Lindsay made going to work a pleasure. I will always remember you and think of you, my young friend. :)

miss and love you lots. hmm.. a story, how about me crashing at Lindsay's (yes, Linz gave me her clothes and sneakers so we could hang the next day at like the pancake house, no joke!). Wish we could talk "life" in person but of course will take what I can get. love ya lots chica - from nor, nor (as only you would call me)

Dear Caitlin,
She was exactly who you describe and was to a degree very aware of her connections to others. She knew. She knows.
Thank you for your memory.

I wrote the following on a friend's blog on the anniversary of last year's September 11th. I just stumbled across this page and feel compelled to share it with those who knew Lindsay far better. I still feel the same.

"Probably like just about everyone else in the U.S., I remember the clear blue sky and mundane beginning to September 11th, 2001—-as well as the chaotic and sorrowful end to it--with extraordinary vividness.

Our professor let us out of class early and my housemates and I gathered around the TV in our living room to follow the unbelievable events unfolding. The handful of Buildings & Grounds guys who were painting the house's exterior sat on the couches with us. Half the Williams campus was trying to make calls to family and friends in New York and it seemed like hardly anyone could get through.

The next morning the campus learned that three alums had died in the towers. I had sat next to one of them, Lindsay Morehouse (Williams '00), my freshman spring in a notoriously challenging class, History of American Business. As a group of students we never really coalesced, I think because during most of our time together we were each ensconsed in our own pool of low burning, personal terror. Our professor, Robert Dalzell, was brilliant and old school. He strode into class, tossed his copy of whatever books or readings he'd assigned onto the long table, and then led the discussion, always labyrinthine and illuminating, off the top of his head. He called on people at random at least twice a class--hence, the constant classroom anxiety. Lindsay may have been the only student to exude personal warmth in that environment, while the rest of us tried to stay calm.

I can't say we were ever pals, but it always seemed to me--at that time a rather meek freshman usually with a pre-class deer-in-the-headlights look--that she went out of her way to be friendly to me whenever passing elsewhere on campus. She probably would not have characterized it as such, but it was a real kindness on her part."

I know I would have remembered her regardless of what happened. It still breaks my heart that the world lost such a kind person.

Hey Cuz! I miss you and as I just realized by reading through the log, I've expressed before my feeling that I cannot live a day of my life without thinking of you, missing you, wishing that you were here, my only sister. Not a day goes by...but then again you know that. And more importantly I know that you are still here, giving all of us who loved you the small and not-so-small reminders that you are around, supporting us, pulling for us, when we need you most. Keep dancing my love, everytime I do I think of you.
xxxxxooooo,
cuz

Hey Cuz! You and I both know that a day doesn't go by that I don't think of you and wish you were here! But I know that on many levels you're still helping us all out. I will always remember dancing with you and will continue to do so in my dreams...xxoo forever, cuz

Linds, as I would call you, I hear you. You are so here with us and I thank you! Like when you told me to think of the good - and I am trying and doing so :) I am trying my best babe. Love you. XOXO, Nora

A song came on and reminded me of you. I love you always. Nora.

Just want you to know that even though I was only a classmate of Lindsay's briefly at St. Paul's, I still remember her winning smile and her kindness. I thought of her specially today.

I was listening to the names being read out at a memorial and I heard this name. Lindsay S. Morehouse.
May God bless her family.