Donna was my first hurricane. I was a little girl and terrified. Ripped our carport off and blew it across the street to the school yard. Knocked down a big tree in the back yard, which in turn ripped a water line, sending water shooting up like a geyser. Went through Andrew in Broward so we didn’t get it bad - 85 mph winds but didn’t have electricity for several days and didn’t know how bad things were south of us.
I’m glad you didn’t drown.
Hazel was my first, I was ten and don’t remember many details, that was an awful year in South Carolina, a tornado took half my grandfather’s house away. You can find reports online if you look for tornado, Jefferson, SC 1954. I helped my dad and uncles and cousins to reroof the house and I mean rafters and all, half the house was literally gone, they just closed up the open side and put a roof on what was left of the house. A little later that year Hazel hit and we had real problems with drought the same year. In ‘89 we had 105 mph winds from Hugo right here where I live now and that was not nearly the worst of it but roads were blocked all around by fallen trees, some fine homes were crushed into matchsticks by falling trees.
I’m glad I didn’t drown too, thank you8>)