Hurricanes Remembered

Hurricane Alicia in 1983, a category 3 storm, was our first one. Twenty-one people were killed. It came roaring up over Galveston pushing water ahead and right up the bayou behind our house. We hung the storm shutters on the large windows to protect the glass from flying debris. Through a small peephole we watched as the wind picked up to a fierce pitch.
The fences all along our street were uprooted and went floating by. Small boats broke loose and were washed down the bayou. One friend’s boat ended up under the eaves of another house and everyone rallied to dislodge it before the water went down. Trees fell on the one car in our driveway that wouldn’t fit in the garage. Luckily, only minor damage occurred.

As the storm passed and morning broke, we opened our front door to see many of the trees in the neighborhood had fallen across the street. A cacophony of chain saws and shouts from our neighbors rang out. Pickup trucks dragged the debris to an open area at the end of the street to be burned. Everyone pitched in the best they could.

Have you ever wondered how hurricanes get their names? Prior to 1979 they were named for the location where they came ashore. After that, the World Meteorological Organization began giving storms names. At first, only women’s names were used but now they alternate between male and female names in alphabetical order. They recycle a list of names every six years using all letters except q, u, x, y, and z. Names of particularly destructive storms are “retired” and never used again.

Pray for our fellow citizens who continue to live in harm’s way. —Rhea
