Welles Remy Crowther Red Bandanna 5K
Anthony D'Isidoro
Welles Remy Crowther Red Bandanna 5K
Saturday, October 14, 2017, 9:00 am – 11:00 am
Lyons Hall, Dining Hall, Check-in Beginning at 7:30 am
Registration: $20 for all Boston College students/$25 for non-residents
Online registration is available via RaceWire: bcredbandannarun.racewire.com
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(Excerpt Boston Globe Article 2014)
Welles Remy Crowther was 6 years old when his father handed him a red bandanna. Jefferson Crowther explained the difference between the bandanna and a handkerchief he handed his son separately: one was for show, the other was for blow, as in blowing the nose.
Wherever he went, whatever he did, Welles Crowther carried a red bandanna. He wore one under his hockey and lacrosse helmets in high school. He walked into the Rev. Richard McGowan’s freshman statistics class at Boston College wearing a red bandanna, and the priest asked him if it had anything to do with Garibaldi. It didn’t. Father McGowan smiled.
Welles played lacrosse at BC and wore a red bandanna and No. 19, his old high school number, every game.
Welles graduated from BC in 1999 and took a job as an equities trader, working on the 104th floor of the South Tower of the World Trade Center. It offered a great view, but Welles was looking beyond that. One day, he called his dad, saying he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life looking at a computer screen. He wanted to join the Fire Department of New York. It wasn’t such a stretch; at 16, he had become a volunteer firefighter in his hometown of Nyack, N.Y.
When United Flight 175 sliced through the South Tower on Sept. 11, 2001, Welles ran out of his office and became, for all intents and purposes, an FDNY firefighter. He ran downstairs and began helping people on the floors below. He covered his mouth and nose with the red bandanna and led people to safety. He carried a woman on his back, down 17 floors. Then he ran back up and talked the way he talked on the ice, on the lacrosse field, willing people to get up and help others if they could. They did what he said, and they made it out.
Welles didn’t. Six months after the towers collapsed, they found his body, huddled with the bodies of New York firefighters. They were meant to be together.