Takes Me Back To When Hurricane Celia Struck My HometownThe recent disaster in Japan brought back memories of hurricane Celia in 1970 when my hometown got a direct hit. I was only ten then but recall the National Guard came to enforce law and order as there was looting - also to hand out much needed supplies and food. Most of the city had lost all electricity and water so you had to use large ice block in your fridge that the Guard gave out and, well you can guess about the 'no water' situation in the bathroom.
Worst part of it was: 130 mph winds gusting up to 180, a tornado was reported to be randomly destroying some homes on my block and skipping others, entire neighborhoods had all their fences blown away, some people's homes were in mangled heaps, cars were gone, many people had no roofs, lost their pets for good, grown men were crying, and people's whole lives were shaken - just like in Japan. Best part was I noticed people tended to come together and help one another without being asked and a culture of goodness developed that lasted long afterward. I distinctly remember that.
Although the Japanese have an ingrained, thousands-of-years culture of just plain buckle-down and 'take it' - even they are overwhelmed and my heart goes out to them. What on Earth did they do to deserve this? Nothing. As I see more and more news I notice that, likewise in my hometown, people are coming together there as well - just like in my hometown. If it takes years to recover, they can do it - those are some tough cookies in Japan.
PS - We never found our den wall that was recently installed. The other wall was found a mile away on 'drive-in' property.