I think somebody with a lot of power was watching over that little ole' lady!
My sister was in a tornado in 1984 and I
mean she was in it! It was 11:15 a.m., Sunday, February 12, 1984 and I was at mom's dropping off something or another. My sister lived in a mobile home across the road about an acre away. Mom asked me to go drop off something at Chelle's (my sister) and I told her I couldn't cause we had to go eat lunch at my hubby's mom's house 12 miles away. Well, when I walked thru the door at my mother-n-law's, she was on the phone with my mother, who was hysterical by this time, trying to tell me a tornado had hit and they couldn't find Gary, Chelle's husband. First thought was, oh crap, he got sucked away. My mom failed to tell me that he was with my dad riding around the countryside and they couldn't find 'them' to tell him. (No cell phones in those days).
I think my husband and I made it back in 10 minutes flat to Chelle's demolished mobile home. She had just taken a bath, got into her bedroom, had enough time to put on her jeans (and that's all) when the walls began to "breathe" and that's all she remembers. The tornado lifted her home up and over and blew it up. She crawled out of the debris with scratches on her back and a life-long fear of bad weather.
My dad and her hubby, Gary, drove up as the ambulance took her away for observation. There was only a couple of things that we could salvage...the rest was strewn for miles.
The next day my dad gave her a $10 bill and she asked what that was for...he said someone gave it to him to thank Chelle for the tornado "peep-show". We had the best laugh off that one.
