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By: palmettobug53, 12:24 PM GMT on September 26, 2009
Autumn Landscape by Van Gogh
Boy, that last thread didn't stay up long. It didn't even survive long enough to garner any comments! LOL
I had an epiphany, whilst over at Pros' place.
Fall poetry! Write your own. Post a favourite.
Let's celebrate Fall!
After Apple Picking by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing dear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
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By: palmettobug53, 11:42 AM GMT on September 26, 2009
Time to take the Hugo entry down but I haven't gotten anything new ready to put up. Hence, the temporary thread.
So, for the next week or so, this will have to do while I rummage around for something else.
Feel free to come in, put your feet up, read the paper, work the crossword, sip some coffee and watch re-runs on TV. I think there are some cookies in the pantry.
If you make a mess, clean it up. I don't run a maid service here, you know!
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Updated: 12:25 PM GMT on September 26, 2009
By: palmettobug53, 2:09 AM GMT on September 17, 2009
Map from WeatherUnderground archives.
Ground Zero Post and Courier article in today's paper, 9/21/09
Reliving the Reality of Hugo by P&C columnist, Ken Burger
September 21, 1989
Twenty years ago, Hurricane Hugo crashed ashore at about 26 mph, slightly north of the Charleston peninsula on the Isle of Palms as a Cat. 4. There was a peak gust of 137 mph recorded at the Charleston Naval Shipyard, just prior to landfall. If I recall correctly, Hugo made landfall at high tide and storm surge was around 20 feet. Most of the damage along the coast was from Charleston northward through Myrtle Beach. Hugo chugged inland to Charlotte, NC then northeastwards before exiting Canada and leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
My memories of that night are muddled these days. Time has taken it's toll. I recall little "snapshots" of scenes. Fear is what I remember the most.
Hubby and I both had gone to work that morning. He worked a full day; I only worked a half day. Despite our local emergency agencies on TV, urging people to leave, I really don't remember many people going. Everyone was home, boarding up, battening down the hatches, laying in a few supplies and planning to ride it out. I was terrified and begged Hubby to load the car and leave but he was insistent that "it wasn't going to be that bad," and we had to stay "to protect our property." I didn't have a license back then and had no choice but to stay. No one in our neighborhood left.
We gathered up anything loose in the yard and secured it. A couple of neighbors put a few pieces of plywood up over some of their windows. That was about the extent of our "preparations". We were so naive.
Rain bands started moving in about mid-afternoon. The winds picked up more and more. I was in the house with Miss Kitty, my cat, and Blue, our dog. Hubby was across the street at one of the neighbor's house. Just before dark, he dragged me over there.
We sat in their living room for a while. We started hearing transformers blowing. I think we lost electricity around 8 pm. My neighbor's wife was talking with her mom on the phone. Their children were ranged around the living room, at a loss without the TV or anything much to do.
All of a sudden, it sounded like the house was being bombarded with rocks. We finally realized it was green pine cones. The front living room window was not boarded up and we retreated to the hallway. That is where we huddled for the next couple of hours.
The eye passed over around midnight. We all went outside to assess damage and see what we could see. Which wasn't much, as it was about as dark as the inside of a cow. There was little water on the street or in the yards. I've seen worse flooding during a heavy thunderstorm. Our neighbors also came out. The neighbor we were huddling with, along with his sons' and Hubby's help, shifted the plywood from the back windows to the front windows on the north side. Silly move, as it turned out. We didn't realize the winds would shift from the north to the south in the second half. You have to remember that this was the first hurricane for all of us, except Hubby and me. And the two of us were too young for our first ones, to really remember much except a lot of wind, rain and hurricane lamps.
As the winds picked back up again, we headed back inside to the hallway. It was during the second half, that the trees started coming down. I could feel those humongous THWUMPs, one right after the other. I just knew we were going to die before the night was over with. I'd realize I was shaking from head to foot and had to make a conscious effort to stop, as I didn't want to scare the kids any worse than they already were. I was holding their toy poodle in my lap and he was shaking as bad as I was.
I clenched my jaws so hard that night, I cracked the porcelain right smack off one of my crowns. Flipped my dentist out, when I finally got in to see him about 6 weeks after the storm.
Dentist: "How in the world did you do that?"
Me: "You remember the night Hugo came through?"
I guess it must have been around 4 a.m. or so, that things quieted down enough that we decided to try to grab a little sleep. We didn't sleep long. About 7, we woke up and opened the front door to find blue skies, sunshine and a world that looked like it had been bombed. We walked outside, shell shocked.
We survived the storm. Amazingly, none of the houses on our little dead end street had any damage. It was a different story, elsewhere. All the trees were pretty much gone. Not one hit any of our houses. They fell behind, between and in front. Trees and shrubs still standing were stripped of all their leaves. Many of the pines were still standing but with the tops snapped off. Limbs, branches, twigs and leaves were everywhere.
We were lucky. Very lucky.
It was a night I'll never forget as long as I live. Even now, when the winds pick up during a thunderstorm, I get shaky.
I'll never stay for another one. There ain't enough money in the world....
I experienced Hugo on the ground. Dr. Masters flew Hugo. If you have not yet read his narrative of that flight, I highly recommend that you do so. It's a riveting read and much better than my scribbles here. This is from his blog entry a day or so ago. The link to his narrative is in the header.
A flight through Hugo, remembered 20 years later
In fact, every entry of his this week has mention of "Today, twenty years ago" and where Hugo was and what impact he was having. You can check that out by looking at Dr. M's September archives:
I'm sure he will continue this for the next few days; to the landfall anniversary, at least. So, keep checking back to his entries! He was an eyewitness, himself! Only, he was UP THERE!
My employer has put together a 20 year anniversary retrospective of Hugo's impact on campus. Note: I got a sneak peek and the archive looks fabulous!
OK, got an email saying that the site is now LIVE. Hope it works!
20 Years Later, MUSC Remembers Hugo
Post & Courier: Remembering Hugo
The State Hugo Archives/Slideshow
Hugo from Wikipedia
Hurricane Hugo - NOAA
Hurricane Hugo by Joseph Golden. Google book excerpts.
It Happened in SC another Google book. By J. Michael McLaughlin, Lee Davis Todman. The chapter, "Hugo's Wrath", tells about the folks caught by surge at Lincoln High School in McClellanville.
More on Hugo from NOAA
NHC Hugo Records
Various Hugo YouTubes
Living by the Rules of the Sea by David M. Bush, Orrin H. Pilkey and William J. Neal. Another Google book.
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Updated: 11:41 AM GMT on September 26, 2009