June
12, 2011 Recollection by Honey Meyer
I lost my
apartment during the June 1, 2011 tornado which swept right
through the walkway to get to my apartment and beyond. The
kitties and I watched the entire debacle; I was mesmerized.
I Watched the
blooming dogwood tree in front of my patio get torn from the
ground, upending on its side on the ground. It was 25 years
old. The forest and woodland trees in back and in front of
my apartment complex had been stripped of their bark; with
the trees bent off; the logs lifted up and landing in the
backyards of my neighbors in the houses below the apartment
complex (which is up on a hill).
My formerly
beautiful view is now gone, looking like a war zone.
Unimaginable devastation--just as you saw on TV.
Five of the
buildings were destroyed or made uninhabitable and/or
condemned. Roofs were blown off; car windows were blown out;
window smashed; vinyl siding stripped; dormers blown off the
buildings; entire ends of buildings blown away with the
pipes left showing; the dumpster across from my apartment
blown 1/2 mile away. And, of course, no electricity.
I stood
spellbound watching it all. I planned to stay overnight in
my apartment, but at the last minute, the police &
firemen knocked on my door; told me a second storm was on
its way, and that I HAD to leave my apartment in less than 2
minutes. I grabbed my handbag and my cell phone and walker.
They picked me up and put me in the cab of the ambulance and
brought me along with 5 others to the shelter-- the senior
center, the former armory.
There we
stayed until midnight, when those without family in the area
were taken by police car to the Southbridge Hotel and
The Red
Cross and Chamber of Commerce are helping and we’ve all been
gifted with gift cards by the hotel (Walmart), our
neighborhood grocery market (Big Bunny) United Lens Co (Food
bank extraordinaire) and more. My insurance company has been
wonderful, and, although I spend all day making arrangements
with various providers for phone and internet service, meals
on wheels and my home care staff, newspapers and all else.
My personal
care attendant will be at the hotel at 1PM to shower and
shampoo me, and services will be in place next week at this
time (God Willing). I have volunteer high school graduates
to assist with rides and unpacking. My former workplace
cohort and her male “honey” have given up work time to help
enormously.
What
fascinates me is that I was not at all fearful about what
was happening. Perhaps that is because, quite simply, I do
not know that there had been a Tornado warning on
television. I just watched the torrential rain against my
living room and dining room window and smashing shut my
patio door. No cowering in the bathroom or closets as others
did; just watching Mother Nature doing Her thing. She did
quite a job!
Honey Meyer
Honey Meyer Photo
Dick Whitney email: dickwhitney@charter.net