Wednesday, September 26, 2007
HURRICANE OF 1938
THE HURRICANE OF 1938
I will never forget that fateful day, September 21st, 1938. Nancy and I were on our way to religious instructions at St. Mary’s church. We left Smalley school with dozen of other kids and headed up north street to the church. The wind was howling and the rain was coming down sideways. We had an umbrella but it was useless, so we didn’t even attempt to use it. As soon as we arrived at the church, the priest realized the severity of the storm and sent all of us home. I will never forget the horror of struggling against the wind fighting to catch my breath. Luckily, the priest at St. Ann’s church took us in. We waited out the storm there, safe at last. After several hours, the storm subsided and the priest gave us bus money to get home. When no bus arrived Nancy and I walked all the way home to Wilcox Street. Trees were down everywhere and live wires were dancing and sparking all over the sidewalks. We dodged them all although I almost stepped on a few. When we got home, our parents were waiting for us in the driveway. They were so happy to see us alive. All we could say was “ gee, we still have our umbrella. It didn’t blow inside out”.
I will never forget that fateful day, September 21st, 1938. Nancy and I were on our way to religious instructions at St. Mary’s church. We left Smalley school with dozen of other kids and headed up north street to the church. The wind was howling and the rain was coming down sideways. We had an umbrella but it was useless, so we didn’t even attempt to use it. As soon as we arrived at the church, the priest realized the severity of the storm and sent all of us home. I will never forget the horror of struggling against the wind fighting to catch my breath. Luckily, the priest at St. Ann’s church took us in. We waited out the storm there, safe at last. After several hours, the storm subsided and the priest gave us bus money to get home. When no bus arrived Nancy and I walked all the way home to Wilcox Street. Trees were down everywhere and live wires were dancing and sparking all over the sidewalks. We dodged them all although I almost stepped on a few. When we got home, our parents were waiting for us in the driveway. They were so happy to see us alive. All we could say was “ gee, we still have our umbrella. It didn’t blow inside out”.
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Nice article, Moe. That is a day you will never forget! I remembered how you were sent out into the storm by the priest at St. Mary's but had forgotten that you were taken it at another church. Keep the stories coming!
Yeah, I like these stories, Moe. Another amazing part of the story is that you were 9-years-old at the time!! Where were the adults? We would never let children walk around alone these days. Times have changed, and maybe that's not a bad thing.
It must have been realy scary for such young kids .... you get away from one priest only to be restrained by another? I'd rather face the hurricane!
We were dismissed about 2:30 P.M. that day during the height of the storm. Trees were already down, and coming down. One winddow had blown out of our house. I think weather prediction is more accurate, and timely today. dad
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