I will admit it -- I'm a worrier. I am also a person who will not let anyone leave without hearing these words from me, "I love you. Be careful." And I urge my family to check in with me when they get where they're going, or when bad weather is in their neighborhoods, or when I know that something is not right in their worlds. We have a large family, so that means a lot of checking in, but that's okay with me. I need to know -- as if knowing what's going on is a charm against something really bad happening. (I also want to hear from them at other times, but that's another story.)
When I started writing this, my daughter and her family in northern Alabama were under a tornado warning, the second one they had been under on Wednesday. I thought that I could work on a blog post as I watched what was going on in Alabama. I was wrong. I was so wrong that I never got dressed on Wednesday; I stayed in my pajamas all day. I didn't go to the library program that I had planned to attend. I needed to stay with her family, in spirit, as much as I could.
You know what happened in Alabama. There were many who lost their lives, their family members and friends, their homes and their businesses. My daughter and her family and their home were unscathed and I am so grateful for that. I also weep for those who lost so much in Alabama, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia and Virginia. I feel wrung out, as if I personally witnessed a tragedy. In a way, I did -- at least much more so than we have ever been able to. For me, it started last week. Maybe it did for you, too.
We knew what was coming in Oklahoma -- the possibility of tornadoes. That's not unusual; the town I used to live in before we moved here, the town whose library I managed for 13 years, received heavy tornado damage in May of 2010. We were under warnings that night, as we were last week. We were a little better prepared this year; we had enrolled in our city's "blackboard warning system", which called us on our cell phones to tell us to take cover. We could hear the sirens going off, and we were listening to NOAA radio. I knew it was time to take my little dog into our "safe spot" (our walk-in closet) and stayed there for 45 minutes. I had time to get really uncomfortable, take a couple of calls from Tom, who was at work, and think about the possibility of some sort of portable "safe bubble" (similar to what the astronauts have when they land in the ocean) that would be affordable, reinforced, padded and comfortable, and life-saving for those of us who don't have cellars or safe rooms.
As the storm system moved on, my attention was drawn to my home town and the surrounding area. Kennett, Missouri, is about 45 minutes from Poplar Bluff, where the levies were breached on the Black River. It is also 30 minutes from the Mississippi River. The entire area was drenched from rain and my friends on Facebook expressed great concern for the lives, homes and businesses as more storms approached them. Tornadoes in St. Louis and Memphis affected friends and family, but we were relieved to hear that everybody was safe after the storms.
Then came Wednesday. We had all heard that a monster system was heading towards eastern Tennessee, Alabama and Georgia and this takes me back to the beginning of my post. I was the beneficiary of information from many sources the day of the tornado outbreak, as I had been earlier in the week. This time, I was watching my daughter, her husband, and three grandchildren from a great distance, with a growing sense of alarm and helplessness. They seemed to be in the direct path of the tornados and I was able to talk with Mary by phone during the first round, making sure that they were in their safe place and had their weather radios close by. She reassured me that they all were together except Adam, who was at work. She directed me to the website of their local television station so that I could watch live reports of what was happening. Then we said good-bye and told each other we would stay in touch.
I watched the channel Mary recommended on my computer and also went to Google Maps to zoom in to exactly where the tornados were. I could see Mary's street west of town and follow the tornado path which went northeast. It appeared that they were in the clear, but the weather crew said that more storms would be coming. I took a break away from the computer during lunch.
When I went back, they were under another warning. As I started tracking the storm, they announced that electricity was out in some areas and that would affect the sirens; people might not hear them. I tried to call Mary and couldn't get through. I told myself that Mary had her weather radio and would be tuned in, so she would know they were under a warning. Then they announced that the NOAA weather station closest to Mary's home was out and would probably be until Thursday. I was in a panic and all I could do was watch and pray. At one point, as I watched, the electricity went out at the television station I was watching and the crew was in the dark. They were still broadcasting, but they couldn't continue with the radar tracking because their lights were out. They found someone's iPad and were able to focus their tv cameras on its screen, continuing to follow that way for a few minutes until their electricity came back on.
Finally, I was reassured again, as the tornado went east of Mary's home. My son Cory (who lives in the Washington DC area) was able to keep in contact with Mary through most of it, and relayed to me that they were safe. I later found out that they had no damage. They did have some debris, including some pretty good sized pieces of metal siding. As Cory texted me about Mary and family, I heard that the DC area was under a tornado warning and he signed off.
At this point, we were learning about the tornados that had hit Tuscaloosa and Birmingham, south of the Huntsville area where Mary lives. Eventually, we knew what the rest of the country knew, that this was the second-worst tornado outbreak in recorded history and hundreds of people lost their lives along its path. Their are thousands of stories like mine about the storms, many of them will be told by people who were there and personally experienced the horrors of that day.
My story is one of a mother and grandmother who watched from a distance and cried and prayed for her children. Technology has given us so much, including the ability to know (when it's working) minute-by-minute what is going on. Sometimes that's a blessing; sometimes maybe it's not. Now I know (as I always did, deep inside), that saying, "Be careful. I love you!" is a protective charm that doesn't always work. The most I will say about that is that "I love you" is always worth saying.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I love seasonal decorating but in Oklahoma, we sometimes need a reminder about what season it is! Today it's warm, but it's not too late for a cold spell. With that in mind, I will share what is going on inside our house -- bunnies and chicks everywhere! (Note: The printed cards in these photographs are from The Graphics Fairy, a wonderful source of vintage illustrations, many in color, that can be printed out for your projects.)
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Recently Read Fiction Favorites
- A Northern Light by Jennifer Donnelly
- A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick
- Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin
- Between, Georgia by Joshilyn Jackson
- Bridge of Sighs by Richard Russo
- Broken for You by Stephanie Kallos
- Confessions of a Former Rock Queen by Kirk Bjornsgaard
- Every Last One by Anna Quindlen
- Faithful Place by Tana French
- Fly Away Home by Jennifer Weiner
- Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
- Gods in Alabama by Joshilyn Jackson
- Home Safe by Elizabeth Berg
- Homer and Langley by E.L. Doctorow
- Innocent by Scott Turow
- My Name is Mary Sutter by Robin Oliveira
- Noah's Compass by Anne Tyler
- Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout
- Private Life by Jane Smiley
- Remarkable Creatures by Tracy Chevalier
- Roses by Leila Meacham
- Sing Them Home by Stephanie Kallos
- So Much For That by Lionel Shriver
- South of Broad by Pat Conroy
- That Old Cape Magic by Richard Russo
- The Children's Book by A.S. Byatt
- The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest by Steig Larsson
- The Girl Who Stopped Swimming by Joshilyn Jackson
- The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson
- The Given Day by Dennis Lehane
- The Good Daughters by Joyce Maynard
- The Help by Kathryn Stockett
- The Last Time I Saw You by Elizabeth Berg
- The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall
- The Murderer's Daughters by Randy Susan Meyers
- The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender
- The Sky Took Him by Donis Casey
- The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas
- The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski
- The Swimming Pool by Holly LeCraw
- The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell
- The Wind Comes Sweeping by Marcia Preston
- Where the God of Love Hangs Out by Amy Bloom
- Wolf Hall by Hillary Mandel
- World Without End by Ken Follett
- Year of Wonders: A Novel of the Plague by Geraldine Brooks
Favorite Nonfiction and Memoir
- All Over but the Shoutin' by Rick Bragg
- Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life by Barbara Kingsolver
- Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott
- Book Lust: Recommended Reading for Every Mood, Moment and Reason by Nancy Pearl
- Getting Over Getting Older by Lettie Cottin Pogrebin
- Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis
- Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by in America by Barbara Ehrenreich
- Sharing the Journey: Women Reflecting on Life's Passages by Katherine Ball Ross
- Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things by Randy O. Frost
- The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey
- The Artist's Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity by Julia Cameron
- The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin by Benjamin Franklin
- The Children's Blizzard by David Laskin
- The Emperor of all Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee
- The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom by Miguel Ruiz
- The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
- The Worst Hard Time: The Untold Story of Those Who Survived the Great American Dustbowl by Timothy Egan