I always thought of my little spot in the country as peaceful...a haven. Now when I drive down my beautiful street I see evidence of an F4 tornado roaring over the mountain. I hear street names, like Clonts and Bates and Cherokee Valley and they conjure up thoughts of death. The sound of loudspeakers announcing the Red Cross food truck, or of helicopters flying overhead, or of chainsaws and sirens have become a constant buzz in my head. The sound of silence is even more deafening though. When it's lunchtime and workers are on break, and I don't hear any cars driving by because of police roadblocks...and when it's just silent...those times are just as erie.
There's still a beautiful side to my neighborhood though...the images of people smiling outside their demolished houses, or groups of teenagers in work gloves, or strangers, sweaty and tired, asking me if I need ice or a tarp or food. There's satisfaction with each branch or shingle thrown on a burn pile. There are police officers we now consider friends.
Here are a few more random images. This is what remains of a few paper lanterns on our back porch. The wire in them unravelled and was wrapped all the way around the side of our house.
Lydia is holding the wire from the lanterns. Our poor roof looks horrible. We are getting a new one though.
These guys were out doing their thing a couple days ago. They found whoever they were looking for....once the ambulance left they took off. The death count went up by 1 shortly afterwards, but it could've been coincidence.
Another shot of my house....the structure in the forefront is an old, covered well. There are men's clothes in there now...
When I was cleaning up the yard yesterday I found a Barry Bonds rookie baseball card that's worth a little bit of money. I'm attempting to find the owner, but am not above selling it if I can't find it's home :)
This is a random Baptist church crew helping us clean up. This is my neighbor's house and his is the last one standing before the total destruction of homes. His wife looked out the window and saw the tornado coming over the hill. They didn't have time to make it to the basement.
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Oh I have been thinking of you but haven't had internet access for a few days. So glad to hear you and Lydia are okay. And I'm glad to see your home still standing. I can't even imagine what you and your neighbors are feeling. Just know you are in my thoughts and prayers!
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