I did Camille as a boy and a few minors later
Long Beach at old pass rd
Camille cured my hurricane riding out
A brief excerpt:
At 8:30 a.m., the only other people stuck on Ocean Isle Beach — three couples from High Point who are here for a house-warming beach party — knock on the Registers’ door. What do we do? they ask. Everyone looks around. Sherman Register, the big, calm hardware store owner, finally makes a decision: They’ll pile into his work truck, all 11 of them — four men; four women; one child; and Bunky and Sonja, the young newlyweds who are caught somewhere in between — and they’ll drive west toward Halfway Hills, the highest point on the island.
They reach the end of the road, about two miles from the house. They drive as far into the sandy hill as they can. From the hill, they look down toward the east. The ocean is melting away the beach. Cars float away. Homes break into pieces. Homes float away. The water creeps toward them, harassing them in a slow climb, until it finally licks the back tires. Then it bites the front tires. Register tells the women and children to move into the bed of the truck. The men will hold it down from the sides.
The truck faces the same direction as the island — the front pointed toward the southwest, the rear to the northeast. Sherman Register is standing on the passenger’s side, facing the ocean. Bunky Bellamy is on the driver’s side, facing Register.
The water rises, rises.
The truck rocks, rocks.
The water reaches the men’s belts.
And then, at about 10:30 a.m. on October 15, 1954, Bellamy looks across as Register, his father-in-law, the hardware store manager, the man who would do anything for anyone, and Bellamy watches this big man grab his wife and son and tuck them close to him as his eyes double in size. Nobody screams a warning. Bellamy doesn’t turn around. He can sense it behind him, building, building. But he doesn’t want to see it. He doesn’t want to see what his father-in-law sees.
Read the story in full:
https://www.ourstate.com/hazel/
When I was a kid in the 70’s and 80’s, we had to watch ‘A lady called Camille’ every year in a general assembly. We were further south than your kin in Jxn though.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHEoqwAnbZE
That was a bad one, a number of 'riders' didn't make it.
I missed it completely. I was living in San Jose then. I came here after Frederick to help my parents though.