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Daniel H. "Dan" Crisman

New York , New York

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In Love With the Big City
He came from the small town of South Montrose, Pa., but he was enchanted by the inexhaustible mysteries and wonders of New York. Daniel Crisman soaked in everything about the city.

Mr. Crisman, 25, felt he was on a roll. He had labored as a carpenter in New Jersey, but yearned for something more certain and less seasonal. He found a job as a temp at Marsh & McLennan. On Sept. 1, after a year of tentative status, he was made a permanent employee as a training coordinator.

When he learned the good news, he was ecstatic, flashing one of his trademark smiles. "He really felt like he had made it," said his girlfriend, Danielle Zazula. "He felt he had achieved a level of success in his life."

Art was another side of him. He met Ms. Zazula at a poetry workshop where both of them read some of their work. They shared so many interests, including admiration for Charles Bukowski. For two years, they lived together in Chelsea.

More recently, Mr. Crisman had set aside poetry and embraced photography, taking pictures of flowers and leaves. He also created collages, mixing his photographs with images he cut out of magazines and wrappers and bottle caps he found on the streets of the city that so inspired him.

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It is always so sad to see the many young people lost on that day, people who were just beginning to make their mark in this world. My heart goes out to Dan's family and friends. We will never forget. Much love from Texas

Remembering Daniel on the 20th anniversary of 9/11...

Gone, buy NEVER forgotten

I am sorry for what happened to you dear Daniel. I just found out that I am distantly related to you. Your grandpa Halford Crisman had an aunt, Lela France and I am from the France family. The families go way, way back. They both started (I believe anyway from scant records available) in Germany, both immigrated to the Blairstown NJ area in the 1700's, then moved to the Auburn/Susquehanna PA area in the mid 1850's. It was heart-breaking to hear that your branch of the family ended on a...

Thinking of you today and always. A smile and a soul that can never be erased.

Dan, you were the sweet, shy, tall boy with shoulder-length dark hair in my homeroom class in Pompton Lakes, NJ; I think Mr. Sjo-Gaber was our homeroom teacher. I think of you and your family often, and every year on this day. I pray you are at peace.

Your "missing" flyer hung on a post outside my apartment for a month, so I adopted you to mourn every year on this day. I never knew you, but you are not forgotten.

Rest in peace Dan.

I was talking aboujt you the other day, remembering some of the kind words you'd said to me.