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Back in October 2018, I posted our experience of Hurricane Michael, that quickly formed over Labor Day weekend and was logged as the worst hurricane to ever hit Florida, and the third most powerful to hit our country. Over three months later, there is still suffering. In December, I met a contractor to fix a […]

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Surviving Hurricane Michael: Part Two

 

October 15th – 5 Days after “D-Day” – Search and Rescue ongoing – people still unaccounted for. Communications remain weak, so many across the country have still not heard from loved ones. Makeshift studios are up for local Panama City stations WMBB and WJHG, reporting where to access services, updating the weather, how to contact insurance companies, hour by hour updates.

Cape San Blas, a picturesque barrier island just off Mexico Beach is now three islands:

Surviving Hurricane Michael – Part One

 

Sunday, October 7th – As a property manager in the Florida Panhandle, I awaken to text from customer, “Can you empty frig of perishables due to the tropical storm?” “Yes – no problem” I answer, then ask myself what tropical storm? I pull up weather.com and see something has just formed in the Caribbean, heading for the Gulf of Mexico. I alert my husband. “Oh? Ok.” And it’s off to visit in-laws in Panama City Beach.

Monday, October 8th, Columbus Day – Tropical storm likely to form into a CAT 1 – head out to prep properties for possible CAT 1 hurricane. I procrastinate going shopping, am out of my usual food, etc. Decide to head to Walmart Santa Rosa Beach early 9:00 AM. Store is packed, employees said water is almost gone, sheriff’s department stocking up. I decide to top off gas – head home and unload groceries – head out to Scenic Highway 30A to prepare properties for storm. Finish late afternoon – pass gas station with long lines and cop directing traffic. Encounter many tourists in golf carts, kids in bathing suits, large groups riding bikes, grills firing up, a jolly mood this holiday weekend, no one concerned, party atmosphere, roads clogged. One woman asks where should I gas up — she hasn’t a drop, her large SUV with Texas tags sits in the driveway. I said go now and fill up – may be evacuations tomorrow. She’s shocked as she walks her dog. Start to see yellow bags covering gas pumps. I go home and start filling plastic bags with ice.

A Lifelong Gift from Christmas 1944 and the XV Army Corps

 

My mother and members of the XV Army Corps., 1944.

My mother always said that December 24–25, 1944 was her “Christmas with the boys.” As a child, I never understood this. It wasn’t until much later that I discovered she was referring to the soldiers in the XV Corps of the United States Army, initially a subordinate unit to Patton’s Third Army and later the Seventh Army. Her memories of those two days would affect her Christmases for the rest of her life. And, therefore, in ways large and small, they would also affect mine. It’s been 73 years; I’d like to tell you about them today.