On this day, 1979, I almost lost more than one of those I love. Nature can be unstoppable and merciless in its force. Around here we never forget that.
For years after it happened my grandma would appear visibly shaken during any summer storm. When the sky would start to darken it was clear she couldn’t help flashing back to the day her world was turned up-side-down.
She was alone in the house on the evening of August 7th, 1979 while my grandfather and my uncle (a teenager at the time) were out in the barn.
My grandparents were simple people, a hard-working dairy farmer and his wife. Their farm was everything to them and a visible sign of all they had built together over the previous thirty years.
Woodstock – her electric clock stopped at twenty minutes before seven.
About five minutes after the power failure, the tornado struck.
“It was just terrible,”, Ruby Witzel said Wednesday, fighting back the tears.
“It was a horrible experience – you just can’t express it in words,” she said, her…
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