Looking out the frosted bathroom window I saw some flakes of something illuminated by my nightlight (the street light).
I assume it was snow flakes. I contemplated the wisp of flakes a bit and looked through my memories as has become my habit too many times during a normal day.
The first snow I remember is a record breaking storm in the sixties – can’t say early or late and am not inclined to look it up.
I just remember I was young but not too young to shovel snow.
The only problem was there was so much of it and I was not able to lift a shovel full if I let the shovel scrape the concrete. I had to insert the shovel about half-way down and take very small scoops.
No vehicles were able to navigate our street. I remember being out of school for a week and the school was less then a block away. I do not remember anything getting up or down our street until the end-loaders loaded the store into dump trucks.
I tried to walk to the park beside the school but was worn out fighting the wet snow after a half block.
I remember Dad walking to work – he was like that. I also seem to remember he refused or did not like to wear a hat. Might be false memory and not important. He would always bring home a few groceries each night even though the store had to be a few blocks out of his way.
I don’t remember another storm that bad until the last few years.
My next weather related memory was a tornado warning on the same street.
The air raid sirens were sounding and the rest of the family was in the basement. For whatever reason, Dad and I were on the front porch and saw a funnel cloud drop from the clouds several miles away.
It was a small funnel and slipped back up into the clouds in a few seconds but I always remember it whenever I hear the tornado warnings.
Next was the ice storm of 1977 or 1978. I had just starting working for the police department. We were on full alert in the garage but kept losing electricity. The department’s emergency generator would not start automatically so someone had to baby sit it 24-hours a say.
I remember dropping my wife and kids at her mother’s – it was warmer or they still had power – I don’t remember why.
But I do remember that on the drive back to the police station I drove down a tree lined street and it sounded like hail was destroying the car – failing ice. At one stop sign I had just pulled away and a branch the size of a bus fell blocking the street where I had just been.
Thirty seconds earlier and it would have landed on the car. I spent the few hours I was off at home – it was so cold – the furnace was kicking on but would shut off when the fan failed to start.
I was so cold that one night I slept in the car I was driving with the motor running waking up ever hour or so to go back in and run the water to prevent the pipes from freezing. Luckily we had a gas water heater that provided plenty of hot water but toweling dry sucked. Going out with wet hair was worse.
Two more memories – I was in Joliet repairing a computer and a tornado warning was issued but I did not hear it. I was deep inside a building that stopped the noise from the sirens.
When I went out to get a part from the truck, the sky was a deep dark green – very scary sky swirling in a circle – it was dead quiet except for the sound of the sirens.
I learned later the sky I saw was a debris cloud. Two or three blocks away the tornado had removed the roofs from five buildings but no remains were ever found. I think I saw them that night a few hundred feet above my head.
And the last was recent. The night two tornados touched down in town – one very close to Dad’s – he heard it while in the basement. At the same time he was in the basement, my son and I stood on my back porch and watched the clouds spin.
When the golf ball sized hail started pounding the roof and siding we both headed for the basement two stories below.
There used to be a real life old air raid siren in the back yard. It was replaced when the city upgraded the system after these tornados.
That night it was blaring but we could still hear the hail pound the house. I stole a look out a basement window. I could not see the neighboring house less then twenty feet away. Shortly after that the entire city lost power. The siren in the back yard was silenced.
The rain and hail were hellish but it did not end there.
A second wave of storms came through about 2 AM the next morning. My son and his family had gone to sleep downstairs. I laid down with a battery powered weather radio beside me.
It went off with the new tornado warning. I stumbled downstairs to wake them. It took several yells to get them awake and I went to my granddaughter’s room and had to shake her several times to get her moving.
We all stumbled downstairs and listened to the regular radio about people being trapped in a movie theater because of downed power lines or poles in all directions.
They were eating cold popcorn and drinking bottled water and were moving around using the lights from their cell phones.
Then the storm hit just as ferocious as the first. Since the power was off, the radio host suggested people go out and honk their car horns or call the neighbors and wake them.
During the worse part of the storm the power came back on. My grandkids were wide eyed and hanging on dad and mom tightly.
Then silence for about 30 seconds – we could hear my TV two stories above. The storm had passed but then we all got a scare. The air raid siren started back up and sounded for at least another twenty minutes.
We didn’t care – the weather radio gave the all clear and we all went to bed even though the siren was sounding.
I was still listening to the normal radio when the host said another wave was a few hours out. I was so tired but didn’t want to fall into a deep sleep in case the electricity went out.
I got up and watched the weather and listened to all the radio callers describe the damage and their experiences.
At 8 AM the last wave of weather came through – very mild thunderstorms. I finally went to bed when the cable TV went off air.
It had survived two tornados and hundreds of lightening strikes but it could not escape a utility worker cutting down broken poles and gathering the wires up.
The main feed was cut and took several hours to find and repair.
In fifty-six years that is the weather events I remember.