“We never dreamed that lazy little stream we called the Naugatuck River could ever turn into the raging torrent that rapidly inundated the whole valley,”
I can identify with your grandmother. I lived in Stowe Vermont in the 80s in a campground because I wasn’t making much money. That’s all I could afford.
I went to bed one night and it was raining. It was late April and had been rainy all spring. I woke up in the middle of the night and the bottom of my tent was like a waterbed.
When I got up I saw that the little stream behind my site, that I could’ve jumped over previously, was endless. The other side where I drove in was underwater too.
Large trees were floating by. At one point, I crawled over one and thought maybe I could swim across. I came to my senses and made it back to the site and the tree I’d been holding onto.
I’m not sure how long I was there, but eventually a speedboat came to rescue me.
Kind of in that same vein, why would anyone name their son Job. That’s just asking for trouble.
Hurricane Connie happened when I was 6 years old. I remember watching the news and having the thought that because it was named Connie, I was responsible.
Oh no! Funny how little ones think. It reminds me of the quote: "They whispered to her you cannot withstand the storm. She whispered back I AM THE STORM."
My dad, grandfather and many uncles and cousins all worked at Farrel Corporation in Ansonia and Derby. My father was one of the last machinists who got to retire from the plant.
So glad that speedboat rescued you Kevin! Your historical perspective and humor on countless topics adds a balanced insight within Ken’s hot topic forum.
I did grow up in Southern CT in the 50s. In 1955, my family was living in New Haven. While I only vaguely remember hearing about this hurricane, I do remember being on high alert about a hurricane warning in the early 60s. Thank you for sharing this story. My mother's
family moved to CT. from New Hampshire, probably looking for work in the more affluent state.
The connection through the generations -- writing, newspapers--is fascinating.
“We never dreamed that lazy little stream we called the Naugatuck River could ever turn into the raging torrent that rapidly inundated the whole valley,”
I can identify with your grandmother. I lived in Stowe Vermont in the 80s in a campground because I wasn’t making much money. That’s all I could afford.
I went to bed one night and it was raining. It was late April and had been rainy all spring. I woke up in the middle of the night and the bottom of my tent was like a waterbed.
When I got up I saw that the little stream behind my site, that I could’ve jumped over previously, was endless. The other side where I drove in was underwater too.
Large trees were floating by. At one point, I crawled over one and thought maybe I could swim across. I came to my senses and made it back to the site and the tree I’d been holding onto.
I’m not sure how long I was there, but eventually a speedboat came to rescue me.
Kind of in that same vein, why would anyone name their son Job. That’s just asking for trouble.
Well, it was the 1800s and I’m guessing those Biblical names were pretty popular.
My great grandfather was Solomon and my middle name is Asher. That was one of Jacob’s sons if you don’t recognize the name. 👍
Hurricane Connie happened when I was 6 years old. I remember watching the news and having the thought that because it was named Connie, I was responsible.
Oh no! Funny how little ones think. It reminds me of the quote: "They whispered to her you cannot withstand the storm. She whispered back I AM THE STORM."
Well, not for that one, but you’ve been causing trouble ever since.
And proud of it!!
My father-in-law worked at a humongous factory in Waterbury. Would it be the same factory that your Dad worked in? Just wondering.
My dad, grandfather and many uncles and cousins all worked at Farrel Corporation in Ansonia and Derby. My father was one of the last machinists who got to retire from the plant.
So glad that speedboat rescued you Kevin! Your historical perspective and humor on countless topics adds a balanced insight within Ken’s hot topic forum.
I did grow up in Southern CT in the 50s. In 1955, my family was living in New Haven. While I only vaguely remember hearing about this hurricane, I do remember being on high alert about a hurricane warning in the early 60s. Thank you for sharing this story. My mother's
family moved to CT. from New Hampshire, probably looking for work in the more affluent state.