Hurricane Donna, Gloria, Bob and now Irene. These are the significant Atlantic hurricanes that I recall the most.
I was a young girl in 1960 when Donna came over Cape Cod. What I remember the most about that storm was my father piling us all into his "jalopy" during the eye of the storm to drive the loop in Chatham, to see the effects of the storm before it started up again. I recall the flooding, and branches and leaves being everywhere, but most of all I recall how calm it was compared to the hours before and the hours after.
For hurricane Gloria in 1985, I was on the island of Manhattan and being a true New Yorker at the time, I was, for the most part oblivious, although I did keep an eye on what was happening on the east end of Long Island where friends had a boat in Sag Harbor.
Hurricane Bob was the one that affected me physically the most. It was August in 1991, I lived on the east end of Long Island and ran a bed & breakfast in my home which was a former whaling captain's house. Tornadoes "touched down" in Noyac, just around the corner and winds brought down several very tall trees in my yard, just missing one of our cars. It also wreaked havoc with power lines and we were without electricity for over four days. Electricity was restored and the trees were cleared away (at an exorbitant price) just in time for the next weekend's guests. Whew!
And now, Irene. I have never heard such preparation for a storm of any sort. Between the Weather Channel and our politicians, they have truly convinced me of the danger that comes with this not-so-little lady, but I must say the anticipation is agonizing. We knew she was coming and every detail of her characteristics and quirks has been broadcast to advise, inform, and prepare us - I'm exhausted and she hasn't even reached us yet. The stores are empty now of the throngs of people who have emptied the shelves of water, flash lights, cereal, canned ravioli, paper towels and, of course, batteries. I'm looking forward to the end of this weekend (that's a first), when we'll know how the story ended.
Good luck to us all, and please stay safe.
Now that Irene is in the rear view mirror, I hope you and Peter are safe and your property escaped the wrath of the storm.
I remember my Dad waking us up in the middle of the night during Hurricane Belle as the eye passed over our house in Huntington. You could look up and see the stars through swirling clouds - amazing. Though we lived five miles from the Long Island sound, the air smelled like we were right at the ocean's edge. All too quickly, the storm's fury returned and we scurried back to the indoors for cover.
Wonder what other memories our fathers gave us that are so similar. . . .
Posted by: Paul Angotta | Monday, August 29, 2011 at 06:56 PM
Out here in Colorado..I've tuned into some of the NY tv stations streaming sources and of course WLNG radio Sag Harbor. They have a great streaming signal. They sure have done a lot for the communities out on the East End. Growing up out there I've ridden out many a nor-easter and hurricanes pumping out our family cabin boat down in the cove off main street. Stay safe!
Robert
Posted by: Robert Beyer | Sunday, August 28, 2011 at 12:56 PM
Hope you are riding this out safely and with minimal distress!
Posted by: Debra | Sunday, August 28, 2011 at 10:50 AM
wow, just read this now- you posted it really late last nite, or rather this morning very early.
with us here, the forecast was a lot more dramatic than the actual event.
thankfully.
hopefully it will be the same for your area.
I hope all we hear from you are some great photos and fittingly mournful music.
Posted by: ally | Sunday, August 28, 2011 at 10:49 AM