My Tornado Story Part I

You may, or may not, be familiar with the Omaha tornado of 1975. My family was living in Omaha. I was a young child. Not only were we living in Omaha, we lived in the path of this tornado.

We had no basement at the time. We lived in a basic ranch style home. It was just my sister and I that had been born. I was almost 3 and she was 1. Although I was quite young, there are details of the event I remember as clearly as though it happened this morning.

When the sirens began to sound, our parents took us to the hallway, the central part of the home. It was away from windows and out of the direct line of any flying debris that may come our way.

As we were in the hall, I remember our parents having my sister and I crouch down on our hands and knees as low to the ground as we could get. My dad then crouched over top of me and my mom over my sister.

As my dad was crouched over me in protection, he began audibly praying. I could hear him clearly at first as he was directly over me. As the tornado drew closer, the sound outside became increasingly louder.

My dad increased the sound of his voice louder and louder in prayer to compete. Eventually, my dad was shouting prayers at the top of his lungs, but all we could hear was the deafening sound of the tornado outside. The noise competition was over and my dad's screaming voice had lost.

Part 2 to come...

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