Dorothy was here, as she was every weekend then. The wind started to blow and she hated the wind. She was terrified of wind ever since childhood, and of fire. The wind blew harder and Dorothy looked out the window and saw something that horrified her. The sky was green and the trees were blowing sideways. She grabbed some comforters and pillows and told us to go down into the cellar. I told her the cellar windows were glass and full length, so we closed all the doors and sat on the floor in the hallway.
Irene blew just past the back of our house after taking down a number of trees and our shed and went straight through our neighbor's backyard, leveling everything in its path.
As terrible as that day was, I'd give anything to live it again.
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