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>
Debris provided an opportunity to walk on water
I don't know for sure what became of my friend Jon Rohde who shared part of my exploration that day. He lived down on Rumstick Point and I picked him up as I rambled past his home. I've heard he become an excellent doctor and has done wonderful things. I don't doubt it. He was certainly bright then. But I have to say, this was one of the most stupid things we did.
Jon is about 20-30 feet from shore, walking on top of floating debris, loaded with sharp nails and who knows what else. And me? I'm even further out, standing on this stuff to take his picture! It was like being on a shifting ice floe, with the added advantage of having no idea how deep the water was beneath you, or what piece of sharp metal or glass might be right under the surface. Each step was an adventure to see if the stuff would continue to support your weight!
Obviously it was all still something of a lark for us. These were the broken remnants of people's hopes and dreams we were treading on - people who lived across the bay, or up the Providence River, and whose homes had broken up and whose belongings had been dragged into the water to eventually wash up near Barrington Beach. The shoreline takes a little dip inward here and seemed to really catch the stuff.
The Providence Journal reported that property damage totalled at least $200,000,000 in Rhode Island alone, and probably half a billion for the entire Northeast. Remember,these were the days when a million dollars was a lot of money - when gasoline was 15 cents a gallon, soda 5 cents a bottle, and if you made $10,000 a year you were among the wealthy.