Remembering Hurricane Carol
Did you witness Hurricane Carol in 1954? Tell me about it! And if you have a picture you're willing to share, that's all the better. I'd love to hear from you and I'll add what you have to say to our "Your Views" page. So if you have something to share, please:
Send me email, Greg Stone
This was a real nice shock - the Providence Journal called for what I assumed was a few paragraphs in a general story about Hurricane Carol. Instead it turned out to be a story devoted to this Web site and it ran on Page 1 on the 50th anniversary of the Hurricane.
They did an excellent job and the result was a real surge of hits on the Web site and many new stories from people about their own experiences. (What I like most about this was I didn't promote the Web site to them - they discovered the web site on their own and contacted me. )if you have a problem getting to it, try here.
In 1954 I was 13 and the most exciting thing to happen was Hurricane Carol. I took pictures during the storm and after the storm, made them into sets, and sold them to neighbors. Here are the pictures and my memories along with those of family and friends. Greg Stone 1>
On the marsh
A lot of this saltmarsh has been filled now and there are docks and boat slips all along it. In 1954 it was all marsh. I can remember racing Beetle Cats on a Tuesday night, and with the tide going out we would ghost back into the harbor along this marsh, dodging a few moored boats, avoiding the swift current, while trying to catch the last wisp of the dying evening breeze. During the hurricane it provided a relatively gentle place for two beautiful boats to come to rest - the Bounty, owned by the Humphreys, and the Juno, owned by Dr. Carpenter.
Is the Bounty a Concordia Yawl? I'm not sure, but as my brother reminds me yawls were popular then and the two largest in Barrington were moored nearly in front of our house. One was the Bounty and the other the Wanderer, and to my memory they looked much the same.
The Juno was a Marconi rigged catboat and Dr. Carpenter, who lived on Jenny's Lane, was a family friend and dentist. We all have silly snippets of memory - silly because among all the things you might remember, you're not sure why you can so clearly recall certain ones that seem to have little real meaning. One of mine is sailing on the Juno just north of Patience Island on a quiet afternoon and seeing skipjacks jump in the water ahead of us. I can close my eyes and be there now.