Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Country Gal by Vanita Blundell May 8, 2007

This has been a frightening week. Our hearts go out to the people in Greensburg. I would like to let our emergency teams know that how proud we are of them- whether it be the storm spotters or the ones who at a moments notice was ready to drop everything and use their own equipment to help out. We are so fortunate to have so many selfless people who give the use of their equipment, talents and time. Never once thinking that they might profit from it or receive recognition for being heroic. Every one of you are HEROS in anyone’s book. I am pleased to say that I know you.
Every generation has a storm story to tell our kids about. Dad was jittery when the storm clouds rolled in as he remembered the tornado that hit the Platt Ranch in 1927. He had many stories about all the strange things that happened. The same kind of stories that we are hearing from the residents of Greensburg. In 1949, there was the tornado that hit Wilmore, but of course, I was just a mere twinkle in my daddy’s eye. When Vickie and Virgil were little they went to the cellar many times. I only remember going to the cellar once, if I went that many times. I do not know if it was because that the storms were not as severe or if the cellar was so icky or if life had lost its luster and Dad was just too tired to care.
I recall the blizzard of 1971 and now this one. The blizzard was devastating, but not as horrible as Greensburg storm. Mother Nature has all kinds of ways to show us her power.
A few years ago we had just finished working calves at my house. Dad had just left to go home and the air felt funny. There was an odd cloud in the southwest. I told the kids to get in the house and shut the doors. The cloud was coming fast and it was red in color. It was the most eerie feeling when the wind hit- the red in the cloud was dirt and it was a peculiar and scary sensation watching the storm coming closer and closer until it has consumed everything around us. When it hit I could not see 10 feet in front of me. When these kinds of storms strike you feel so helpless and powerless. There is nothing you can do but ride it out. Obviously, it was nothing like what happened Friday night, but at the time I did not know what was going to materialize next.
One time Virgil had decided to take a hike- I was annoyed as I wanted to go with him. He was a boy scout and was going it alone. The last thing he wanted was a little sister holding him back and more than likely whining all the way. He was prepared - he had his compass - his flashlight- and other very important items. He was in his uniform and hat. It was a little cloudy out and Mom had said that she did not think that this was a good idea for him to go out and face the world alone. But never fear the Boy Scout was ready for anything. Well, Mother Nature saw this proud little scout and thought she might play with him. She threw down the some of the biggest hail stones she could find. We watched out of the picture window looking for the brave lad. We looked down the lane and saw the scout who was ready for anything- running like the wind, with lightening striking, thunder booming and the wind blowing as he was being beat to a pulp. He should have had a hard hat on and he might have been able to stay out in the elements. However- there was no shelter for him to get under or beside. I am not sure if he ever finished his hike.

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