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As a boy I survived the Blizzard of '75 (aka Superbowl Blizzard) here in Minnesota. Snow drifted up to the eaves. One family that got stuck knocked on our door and ended up watching the Superbowl with us. Was kind of awkward!
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Great Storm of 1975 - Wikipedia
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I was in a restaurant once when a tornado came roaring through town. It seemed to lift momentarily when it hit the restaurant, sparing us complete devastation, but then dropped back down as it passed. A ceiling tile fell from the ceiling, and the awning out front collapsed, but that was about it for the damage to the restaurant. When I got outside, all the windows in my car had been blown out and the whole car had been sandblasted pretty good.The wildfires in LA are crazy right now; I hadn’t expected to go to the front page of CNN on Tuesday and read about hero Steve Guttenberg.
Some of my in-laws live in northern Cali up near Yosemite, and their town has been ravaged by wildfires multiple times. My uncle used to head up a state youth organization in Arizona and would administer their summer camp each year - it was bizarre to hear about it burning down a few years ago. Some childhood friends had property damage in Joplin, MO, when the tornado hit. I suppose one of my formative memories is when we lived on a farm for a few years when I was very young, and a crazy ice storm in the early 90s took down our power for three days straight.
Natural disasters happen all around us - what are your experiences? Do you have a unique story?
Can I ask which town the firetruck was from? A friend of mine just bought a very old one that fits this description...One of my earliest memories is from when I was probably 4 years old, we were living on a farm in eastern Iowa, and our barn caught on fire. No livestock in it, nobody was hurt, but it was a pretty big fire. So we were all gathered on the porch of the house when the fire engine got there. And when it did, to my astonishment, it wasn't red. It was that bright/lime green color. I couldn't believe it. Fire engines are supposed to be RED. And ours was green. I literally started bawling right there on the porch because when my mom told us the fire department was coming, I was super excited to see that red beauty pull in and start to do it's thing. And it wasn't red. It was green.
Still kind of bums me out.
Closest town would've been Alburnett. This would've been around 1975-76.Can I ask which town the firetruck was from? A friend of mine just bought a very old one that fits this description...
WOW!I was at an Applebees in Florida once when a Tropical Depression came ashore right over us. Just a ton of rain.