I’ll probably write tornadoes all night until the story comes through. Wish me luck.
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I remember sometimes we would visit relatives in Little Rock, in the spring. No cellar Grandma’s house. The backup plan if there was really a tornado, was to get in the bathtub. Those creepy days you describe always freaked my mother out. Being from the Ozarks, tornadoes were not part of her life. I can only recall two tornadoes in Newton County during the first 35 years of my life.
I remember the bathtub back-up plan! I’m not quite sure how that was supposed to save us, though. >>I guess there aren’t many tornadoes in the mountains. A twister there would be an amazineg thing to see. So would a good lightning storm, I bet.
For some odd reason, if a tornado is going to set spinning tail in Ohio soil, it’s going to be in Xenia. I don’t live in Xenia, so when I hear bad weather is on the way, I figure if Xenia is still there, I’ll be okay.
We have places like that here. Some little towns – like Mayflower and Rosebud – just seem to have a natural tornadic bullseye.