Come on and take a walk down memory lane with me and click on the picture above
if you would like to join us or read other peoples memories
At this time of the year a favorite memory of mine always comes up.
I live here in Kansas where we are part of what is called Tornado Alley.
I have never even seen a funnel cloud, because as soon as the weather
starts to look bad, I am busy getting ready to go to our shelter.
You see, I am afraid of storms. And I probably got that from my mother.
She wouldn't admit that she was afraid of storms, but she was.
When I was a kid
we lived in a housing complex where the apartments were made of cinder blocks.
We didn't have a basement. There was a common shelter house you could go
to when there were storms out but we didn't go there very often.
Our storm shelter inside the apartment was either in the long, closed in
closet that we called a pantry. Or inside the shower stall in the bathroom. We
didn't have a bathtub just this big closed in shower stall.
One year, I think I was somewhere around 10 or 11...mom had been working and on
her way home she heard there was a tornado on the ground in Nashville. That is
a very tiny little town near where we lived. It is the town where 4 of us were born.
So mom raced home to save her family. She came into the house screaming for all
of us to get into the closet or the shower and to do it fast.
When my mom yelled out orders, we did what she told us too, although I am really
sure we wondered if she had lost her mind or if this was just a drill.
After standing there in that closet, with barely any light coming in, after waiting and nothing
happened we finally crept out to look outside. Nothing! Nothing at all going
on out side. Cloudy but that was all.
We later found out that the tornado was on the ground in Nashville.
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE that is.
We never let mom live this one down.
I remember the last time I talked to her about this. She was in the nursing
home by now. When I retold the story, mom smiled and said
"That never happened"