As I watch the news stories of weather tragedies across America, I remember my experience in the Christmas Flood of 1964.
When we got word the river was on its way, a younger sister could only think of getting presents into the attic. Many of my friends did not have time to do even that. We spent the the holiday sandbagging at the end of our street, watching homes submerge, and hearing the news of those that were ripped off their foundations.
I’ll never forget my tears as I helped build a damn between our house and the house of my best friend: a stranger hugged me and said, “we can’t save them all”.
Today I remember, and wish I could save you all. Be strong, America. We will take care of each other, regardless of the word-noise from the talking heads.