Growing up in Connecticut, I never thought about hurricane threats until August of 1976 when I was newly married and mother of an eight-month-old baby...moreGrowing up in Connecticut, I never thought about hurricane threats until August of 1976 when I was newly married and mother of an eight-month-old baby. Even though we lived 50 miles inland I remember listening to the weather report with great alarm, taping our windows and battening down the hatches, and waiting for the arrival of Hurricane Belle. She turned out to be a non-event.
Nine years later, in September of 1985, Hurricane Gloria arrived. By then we were living in a shoreline town, so we decided to evacuate inland to stay with my parents. On our way up we stopped to pick up my aunt who lived in a mobile home. Our children were bubbling over with excitement until my aunt reprimanded them saying, “You think this is funny? You have no idea what a dangerous thing a hurricane is!” She went on to describe the horror of living through the hurricane of 1938, when she was a young 24 year-old mother.
My father was 17 years-old, walking home from school, about 25 miles inland, when The Great Hurricane of 1938 struck Connecticut suddenly and with no warning. Hurricane Sandy and the destruction her storm surge caused to our city beach impressed me, living here a mile away from the water. But when we showed our pictures to my dad, who is now 90, he shrugged and said it was nothing compared to the devastation left by the 1938 storm.
That's when I decided to learn more about The Great Hurricane he and my aunt survived, and that is what led me to find this book. It was compelling and heartbreaking reading so many frightening stories told by some of the people who lived through it. I get it now – my aunt's reaction and my father's as well. I could scarcely put the book down until I was finished and am grateful to R. A. Scotti for helping me to get a much better picture of that horrific, sudden storm. Her writing certainly made that historic event come alive for me.(less)