Storms

I was eleven and frightened.

My mother and I went to the neighbors' house.  That family had a basement and we rode the storm out there.  Figured the shack we lived in wouldn't survive the night.

We lived in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains and didn't bear the brunt of the winds finally, so the impact wasn't as bad as in other places.

The old house stood up and I lived there another seven years.  This storm and the snowstorm of 1969 were the two most memorable weather events in my life.

Seems like yesterday.


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