"When it rains it pours?"
"Up a creek with out a paddle?"
That seems to be how I am feeling as of late.
If you are a regular here at The River, in
April, my dad had a heart-attack. A wee bit of added stress.
May 16th, added just a wee bit more.
May 16th, I was packed up to head to my Master Gardner class.
It takes me about 45 minutes to drive to class.
All day we had a chance of storms.
Just as I was about to leave, the tornado sirens went off.
My husband and I looked at the radar, the storm was heading for Cameron. My class is north, so I thought I could beat the storm as I drove to class.
I kissed my husband, grabbed my bags and got in the car. I turned on the engine, as I did a golf sized hail hit the car windshield. I screamed!
I turned, there was my husband with a jacket to protect me, got me back in the house and said, "You are not going to class." At this point the storm built in strength.
We had golf sized hail, wind and heavy rain.
We have hail damage to a house window, the roof and our vehicle, we were lucky.
At this time, one person was killed and 25 injured.
If you google or you tube Barron County Wisconsin Storm, many videos come up to view. One that I did watch was filmed by a drone. The destruction, the force of nature is unbelievable.
I posted a news story at the bottom of my post.
The actual tornado touched down about 2 miles from hour home.
The area that was hit, happens to be my meals on wheels route. I delivered meals to two elderly gentlemen in the trailer park that was destroyed.
The power came back on.
Our son Sam came home from work about 9:30pm. He shared stories of his own.
We began to settle down for the night. Sirens started again. Firetrucks rolled down our street.
At 10:15 pm the Faith Lutheran Church, located three houses down from us, was on fire.
The following report ...
The following photos my husband took as we watched from the end of our sidewalk.
This morning we squeezed each other a little tighter.
Thankful to be safe and praying for those who lost everything.