I thought I'd update my blog with the task for this week. I have 5 Quilt of Valor tops to work on before our QOV group meets on Thursday morning. Here's a photo of the one on my frame this afternoon. I'm using a pantograph called Star Streamers on each of the tops.
45 years ago today a huge event occurred in my life. June 13, 1976. I was 16 yrs old and it was early summer in Iowa. I lived on a farm in Jordan, Iowa. Our lane was a 1/4 mile long, our house on 5 acres with fields of corn on 3 sides, the town on the other. My sisters and I had been picking strawberries for mom that afternoon and we had just sat down to put our sunburned noses in a bowl of strawberries and ice cream. While mom was scooping she became angry when she glanced out the window. Dad was recklessly driving at highway speed down our long lane. Mom put the spoon down and headed outside to yell at dad. Of course we followed to watch the fireworks!
By the time she made it out the door, he had skidded to a stop and was yelling for us to get outside. He had been fishing on the Des Moines river and said he had been watching a tornado that dropped down. We saw the tornado off in the distance and watched it. (Well, that's what Iowans do.) Mom brought out blankets when it started to rain a few minutes later. Dad's face looked worried after a little while because he could tell it was coming right at us. He yelled at us to get in the car we needed to leave! He backed his truck out, a decision he would regret later, and 5 kids and 2 adults packed into the station wagon.A neighbor friend of mine was visiting us that afternoon and my 3 siblings and I watched as we sped away from the farm. We drove a half-mile away and parked on the highway. It was starting to tear up the corn field next to our farm. By then it was a massive wall of clouds, that later would be described as a mile wide tornado that Ted Fujita himself named an F-5.
The trees & house in this picture are not in the path, they are quite a ways away from the tornado.
We arrived to see the tornado hovering over our town. There was a grain elevator next to the end of our lane and the tornado had swallowed it up. We could see our farm across the field though. It had been erased from the land. We had a large barn, chicken coop, corn crib, house and garage and all that we could see was what looked like a small shack on the horizon, what had been our kitchen.
My sisters, little brother, friend and I were all crying, wondering aloud what was happening to our friends and family that lived in our small town. As soon as the tornado had moved away, we drove down the street and were in awe of the damage.
We couldn't drive very far into town because debris, dead animals and trees laid across the street, but we stopped and piled out of the car. There wasn't a soul around but us. We were yelling for people we knew lived in the houses that were now basement holes gaping at us. There was so much debris laying around. Slowly people started crawling up out of the holes. Our town had 52 people that lived there. The grain elevator was the only business and it was a huge pile of twisted metal and wood.
Many of you follow my "Ode to the Sewing Machine" posts. We've all seen the ads on craigslist, ebay and elsewhere. The clueless sellers give those of us who sew a belly laugh, or two! |
| Throttle? There's a sewing machine in there somewhere. |
