1954 is the first vivid memory I have in my life, and a color memory at that; the night Hurricane Hazel came through, just two months prior to this letter.
School let out right after lunch the day of Hurrican Hazel. I remember mother picking us up in the '48 Chev. Fleetline. The windshield wipers could not go fast enough....from our kitchen window, we could see your house. Minus a few pinetree limbs and a few dogwood branches, the TV antenna bent over on top of the roof...must have snapped the guide wires.