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December 30, 2011
“Brenda, where you at?”
Now John, too, could feel the house start to lift. “God a’mighty!” he said. He could not look away. He was in awe. Staring at the tornado so close, he remembered, was like blinking his eyes ten times, as fast as he could, and every time he opened them, seeing the pop of light and flicker of dark—that’s what the middle of it looked like. The house, which had belonged to Brenda’s mother, was more than a century old, so its wood gave a desperate groan as it broke apart. -- The Town that Blew Away - Features - Atlanta Magazine
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About 8 miles from our house
Posted by: cletus socrates at December 30, 2011 7:52 PM
Shouldn't let trailers into the neighborhood, aluminum attracts them.
Posted by: Peccable at December 31, 2011 1:18 AM
Sometimes a joke is funny, but not in this case. Joplin was nearly wiped off the map, and those weren't trailers, but solidly built middle class homes, a hospital, a school and so many other places gone in a tornado.
When I was a little kid, I thought my parents' fighting brought tornadoes. They got into a big row one day, and I ran into the garage to hide from the screaming and hurling of dishes. Watching them fight was like watching a tornado, and almost as destructive.
When I was hiding from them in the garage, we were hit by a tornado. Mom thought I was gone with the wind because she couldn't find me in time to head to the basement. I rode the storm out in the garage, watching the roof get lifted off the house.
For years, when the old Ajax White Tornado commercial came on, I'd cry. I couldn't imagine how something so destructive could clean your kitchen.
Posted by: Jewel at December 31, 2011 2:07 AM