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Donna's Journal
June 04, 2005


Rhonda and I were lounging on the front patio. In house plants were arranged outside, the cement clean and the clutter of winter was gone. The birds singing must have given us a false sense of serenity and security. There had been a rain with a heavy pelting on the back tin roof but here under the grape vine arbor we were free from the sound of the noisy overhang.

At about the same time, the tornado siren went off the telephone rang.

“Mom, you had better get to the center of the house, there's a tornado down on the ground close to you.” My son was trying to warn me but tornadoes in Oklahoma have been such a life time happening I never get too excited about them, so I paid little attention.

“Oh well,” I'm thinking, “cry wolf.”

We were outside so I was sure I could see or hear it if the thing was close. Two cars rushed by the front drive at racing speeds but I'm still not impressed. “I suppose they are off to wherever that siren is sounding,” and these were my thoughts.

“There was a house leveled over here about a mile from me.” My son's voice was insistent and he sounded like he was more than a little thoughtful. Like water dripping through a leaky roof, information started coming through via the telephone.

“Is everything all right with your son and daughter? We heard there was a tornado close to you?” Someone I didn't even know called. She told me her name and I did know her family. I thought that was considerate but didn't worry too much about it. Tornadoes are such a common occurrence why should I get overly excited.

“Oh, I am hearing reports, but personally did not see anything.” I reasured the woman with the pleasant voice that we were not been hit..

The next morning my daughter and her little family walked up to the front patio where we were again enjoying the outdoors.

“I took a video of the tornado's destruction.” She seemed thoughtful but characteristic of the Flood personality made not much of a comment. “It struck less than a block from here.”

“Oh really?” I was still not that interested and it wasn't until the afternoon when we drove into town did I get a full view of the damage. Sure enough just a little less than a block from us it was like a giant weed eater had whipped through a stand of trees. They were twisted and had been slammed in every direction. As if all at once interested my husband turned right on the highway instead of left to go into town.

A mile over, on Hunt Road there were numbers of cars lined up in the drive way of what had been a house and barn. Debris was scattered over the pasture as if some untidy giant had dropped bits of his belongings in the field. Where the house had been was as level as the lawn around it. We could see no sign of the barn.

The next day the paper said the tornado had picked up three of the family, dropped them onto the road and they were found walking together toward where their house had been.. I would love to hear their account of that. Two other people had to be rescued from the house.

“It looks to me like more than one struck,” my husband commented.

Sure enough the paper told actually two tornadoes had whipped back and forth over the area. It seemed to me the thing had been playing checkers, dropping down on only square objects, houses and sheds.

So then, what do we learn from this? Absolutely nothing. A tornado is so unpredictable and never acts the same way twice, like this one that was raging and tearing things up on the hill across from me and I didn't even see it.

That loud, obnoxious siren goes off every Thursday for testing. It sounds so much I am conditioned to try to ignore the thing. To tell you the truth I thought they were testing it again. After all, the sky had been bright and sunny with no black ominous clouds as one might suspect.

The streets and roads were so full of cars and people gawking at the misery of others we didn't dare get out. Some did and could hardly get back to their home.

Rod, my husband, is talking about an above ground shelter which would be the only way we could use one with Rhonda, so maybe there will be a positive thing to come out of the day of June 4, 2005.

The moral of the story could well be, "when a warning comes and from so many different people, wise ones take heed." Whether the warning comes via telephone, sirens, recordings of video camera or actual visual experience in observation.


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