Thank you all so much for the plethora of comments yesterday! Between all of your comments, the posts on my Facebook wall, the cards I got in the mail, and the people who yelled “Happy Birthday” when I went for a walk in the afternoon, I was most definitely feeling the birthday love. And I’m glad you all enjoyed Dale’s post, too. I think he does a pretty good job with the annual birthday blog post. Did you notice how he ended the post with a comment about hurricanes? I was so pleased with that as it makes a perfect segue to today’s post.
I have written about my connection with hurricanes before. It was a while ago, though, and many of you didn’t read my blog back then so I’m going to reprint a portion of that post. The date was August 15, 2005.
The hands-down worst hurricane to hit New England was on September 21, 1938 – this was before hurricanes were named, by the way, but September 21st, for those of you paying attention, wound up being my birthday some 27 years after this hurricane.
Another storm that has gone down in history was Hurricane Carol, which arrived on August 31, 1954. My oldest brother was just 3 months old when this storm hit and my mother was in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She remembers looking out the front door and seeing the ocean coming up the road – and they were about 2 miles from the beach.
As an aside, there was another Hurricane Carol in 1965, which just happens to be the year I was born. They didn’t keep official hurricane name lists at that time, and that’s why the name was used again. However, once the formal lists were introduced the name “Carol” was retired due to the destruction in 1954, and it will never be used for a hurricane again.
So. Anyone making the connection? The two most severe hurricanes in New England? One sharing my birthday? And one sharing my name? Twice, including the year I was born? It explains a bit about my personality, I think. Just ask my family. Most of the time, they live in the eye of the storm where all is calm and peaceful. But then the spiral bands surrounding the eye take hold and suck them into the cyclone where things are not quite so, ummm, pleasant.
Hurricanes have followed me my whole life is all I’m saying.
See that aside up there about the other Hurricane Carol? The one in 1965? Well, guess what caught my eye when I took a picture of the front page of the paper from the day I was born.
I told you I had a connection with hurricanes.