I was in this Tornado as a kindergartener at the Nazarene Church on 2nd street in Xenia. I was cleaning up to go home and noticed how dark it was outside, like midnight. The alarm sounded and they whisked us away into the basement.
We could hear the wind and suddenly we felt it too, blowing through the hallway of the basement.
After everything calmed down we emerged into the sanctuary of the church and could see that the classroom we were in just a few minutes before was completely destroyed. The smell of lumber was everywhere and the temperature had dropped to a very uncomfortable level.
My mother came to get me on foot because the windows of our Chevy station wagon were blown out. We walked home, fortunately it was still there.
My father was on the fire department at the time and it was 3 days before we saw him again. Crazy to have lived through that.
Now, Iām a 3X tornado survivor. An F5, F4, and an F3. Only 2 more for the cycle.
I’ve been through two F1’s in Atlanta. The big 1998 one that touched down in Dunwoody and stayed on the ground for 20 miles. I was lucky and only lost half my roof. Then about 5 years ago we had another one that came over our neighborhood about 30-40 ft off the ground and messed up one side of our roof and badly damaged my moms house across the street.
Mr. GG2 and I have already picked out a storm shelter which will be installed right off the back porch of our new house we’re building at our rural compound. I’m sick of grabbing the dog and running into the interior bathroom. š