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The Tornado Update

I never realized how much cold showers, four-way stops and dusk-to-dawn curfews suck...but I do now. And after nearly a week without power (6 days to be exact) I am just thankful to be sitting in my house with an old fashioned florescent bulb shining over my head and a happy little computer that can now find an internet signal. It is progress for a community that is hurting right now.

The BF and I were lucky. Our house was spared without even a limb down after the storms last Wednesday. Unfortunately, the BF's mom's house (Mrs. B for short) was not so lucky. And the complete devastation of her entire neighborhood is heart breaking. Needless to say, the BF and I have been working constantly these last few days, not at work (no power = no work), but at Mrs. B's house.

If you could think of your neighborhood, think of the streets you drive down everyday to get to work or school, think of the well kept yards and houses you remember, and then imagine driving up to it, but it doesn't look anything like you remember. Windows are completely shattered, sides of houses are just missing, roofs have fallen in, debris is literally everywhere...it is a disaster zone. This is what Mrs. B's neighborhood looks like. It is hard to put into words. So, I won't really try to. I have included several pictures that I took with my own camera, many standing on the porch of Mrs. B's house. It was not possible to look from her house and see anything except destruction.

Please be respectful with these photos because they are actually of someone's home or what is left of it. 

[Click on pictures to enlarge.]

What is left of the Piggly Wiggly near the entrance to the subdivision.
From the driveway of Mrs. B's house looking east.

The BF checking the mail (we had to laugh at something, otherwise we would have gone crazy).

The front of Mrs. B's house. The driveway was completely blocked by downed trees, hence how I got my tornado bruise (the BF pulled my over the trees while it was pouring rain/hail).

Looking east from the street in front of Mrs. B's house.

This is the house just north of Mrs. B's house.


















All of these pictures were taken within 1/2 mile of Mrs. B's house, and most were less than that. It is truly a disaster area, the last figure I heard was 85% of the neighborhood is totaled.

The silver lining in all of this is the amazing amount of support from the community. So many volunteers showed up that they had to turn people away. It was incredible. Please keep these people and this area in your prayers, they will need all of our support for a long time.

Comments

  1. I'm glad you're safe. The pictures are numbing. And yes, they are in my prayers.

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  2. Wow! I didn't realize you were in the Tornado zone..Those photos make my heart ache. I am glad your BF's mom is ok and that you and the BF are ok. I cannot even imagine how overwhelmed the people of those ripped apart houses must feel. They will be in my thoughts.

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  3. You did a good job little girl. Old bf (goomer) to Uncle Tom looks a little fat sitting on the tree. I knew it was bad but not this bad. It sure is different than when we were over there 2 weeks ago. Houses can be rebuilt, but we still have Pam and Clifford and no one was hurt. See you soon. Uncle tom

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  4. Wow, the damage in your photographs is just awful. I'm glad you're okay.

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