I’ll take a snowstorm. Granted we may get buried, but once it melts it’s over. I will say that the snow they have been getting in California and the mountain areas are extreme, even for them. And I’m sure there probably will be some collapsed roofs, or some other damage along the way, but it will be less than what an earthquake, or a tornado, or even a hurricane is capable of doing.
I have been through tornado storms myself, but fortunately the funnel clouds have not come down near me and they have been small ones. Only once in my lifetime, until last May, have I seen actual damage from one. This past May was the first time that I have ever seen the aftermath of one, a bit over 36 hours after it struck th heart of Gaylord and it was an EF-3. I have been watching the videos and live broadcasts on the Weather channel over the weekend, of the tornadoes in Mississippi including the one that Anne was referring to, which was on the ground for 59 miles if I remember right. At least I think it was that one. One of them was anyway. But what I saw in my community was, this tornado hit about 3:45 in the afternoon, the first EF-3 to ever hit northern MI, on a Friday and by 8 AM Saturday morning, 1200 volunteers were already on their way or here to help. Into that day and the next, they were swarming like ants over Gaylord and an outlaying subdivision. Within four hours after the tornado struck the Evangelical church, had already opened up their facility for a shelter if anybody needed it, the Red Cross had set up there, donations were pouring in from all over and a fund drive started to raise money for a tornado assistance. Power crews rolled in from all over as well. Many volunteers came from other areas and even from out of state. And the community was helping itself. Neighbors were out, helping neighbors in the damaged areas. With the power lines down, everything in town was out so a couple of enterprising businesses and hotels got a hold of grills and did cookouts outdoors and started to prepare food for people who needed it, or wanted to come get it and the power company sent up a couple food trucks. We did not, of course get the extensive damage that the areas in Mississippi did. But one man who was helping out, said that he had lived out in Oklahoma, where they get tornadoes quite frequently, and he said he has never seen a community come together as quick and fast as this one did, and the amount of work that was accomplished in two days was amazing. He said what he saw out there was mostly despair, and nobody really knowing what they had to or should do. Didn’t see that here he said. I’ve noticed that too sometimes when I’m watching these videos, that there never seems to be a whole lot of people doing anything. It’s like they’re just wandering around until somebody starts giving directions and they wait for outside help. Here, by the next morning and the curfew had been lifted, the initial sweep to make sure that the injured were found and taken care of, everybody went to work. The path of the tornado and the surrounding area which was littered with downd power lines, limbs, broken trees, branches and other debris was completely cleared in a little over over 48 hours after the tornado. And power had been restored to the majority including myself, 10 miles away. I was affected for 27 hours. I learned a lot about the generosity of this community and the tenacity of it’s people, not that I didn’t know it before, but saw it in action this time. It bonded the community even more. But there are changes to the landscape, and although all of the damaged or destroyed businesses , have been rebuilt or are rebuilding, there are open areas in the residential neighborhoods where the path of the tornado went through. Some homes have been rebuilt, and whether others are going to, remains to be seen. The effects will be lingering for many years. The loss of two people, debilitating injuries to some others, the financial strain on many, the PTSD to some including children, the missing trees, some planted generations ago by a grandfather or other family member, a home passed down through generations, one a father built with his own hands and the son living there having been born in it. They were many terrifying moments as well as miracles. I talked with survivors, heard their stories and admire their tenacity and courage in the face of a life threatening emergency. I helped with cleanups, restoration of a destroyed playground for the children in the mobile home park, so they would have a place to play that wasn’t overgrown with grass, littered with broken glass and small pieces of debris from destroyed homes. I picked up remnants of people’s lives from an empty lot being readied for a new mobile home to be put in. I saw the changes come about from the work of volunteers and others over the summer. Now, as I watch the spring tornado season, I remember.
I will never forget this either. The mobile home park which was Ground zero
And the storm that caused it all. This is the actual tornado on its way Northeast across Main Street and heading toward I-75 and the residential area. Moving at 50 mph. I believe that the person who took this may have been using zoom on his phone because it was a ways farther down the road, but he had to pull off the road.