I remember one day, just before
Easter, when Mama had just finished doing her weekly washing. I was handing her
clothespins, while she hung each piece on the clothesline. They were flopping in the wind, and she was
getting irritated because they were hitting her with sudden “wet swipes“, when all at once, a huge dark
cloud started to form. At first, she
excitedly told me, “we better hurry and get these clothes hung up before the
wind gets any stronger.” Then with the
next breath, she was screaming, “Hurry Susan, help me get these clothes off of
the line, a storm is coming, and it’s coming fast.” I started pulling off anything I could reach, and shoving into
the clothesbasket. Mama was working as
fast as she could to get those clothes off the line, when suddenly she said,
“Leave the rest honey, and head for the cellar.” She grabbed that basket with all the wet clothes and started
running for the cellar. I was right
behind her, running as fast as I could.
When we got to the cellar, she quickly set that basket down, grabbed me
by one hand and with the other, flung open that cellar door. We ran down in
that place of safety so fast, I hardly had time to catch my breath. Mama bolted and latched the door, and we waited.
The clean smell of rain was now permeating the air just as
the wind began to blow. We were
finishing helping Mama clean up our little country kitchen, when suddenly we
saw lightening streak across the sky, and only seconds later we heard the
deafening sounds of rolling thunder.
The kind that makes the ground under your feet to shake! By this time, Mama was getting worried, and
she cried out for us all to grab our coats and ‘head for the cellar.’
We did not hesitate.
We had done this many times. As we hurried down that little path to our
safe storm shelter, we became suddenly aware of the closeness of the lightening
as it repeatedly began its frightening decent upon the ground with long fingers
of fire. We could hear Mama crying out
us, “hurry!”
When we finally reached the cellar, we could not get the
door open. We struggled with it, and
all four of us pulled and jerked on it until, with a loud crackling sound, it
opened. We ran down the steps as fast
as we could with Mama right behind us.
She tried with all of her might to lock and bolt the door. My brother Jerry, trying as hard as he could
to pull that bolt through the lock, could not do it.