OK, here’s the big journal entry from October 1st, 1987. Was it really 20 years ago? GULP!
“Today we had a 6.1 earthquake. I was in the kitchen putting away dishes at 7:42 and everything started shaking-at first I thought it was a train but then it dawned on me it was an earthquake-I figured that out because the house was shaking and not vibrating and it was rumbling, not tooting. It lasted about 15-20 seconds. 7 people were killed-one a wall fell on her, one a man was buried under 30 feet of dirt so- There was another guy but I forgot what happened to him. Then 4 other people died of heart attacks. If you are wondering, I am in 7th grade and go to Goddard Middle School. Anyway, about the earthquake-it was freaky. People were saying we were going to have another one at 1:00 pm-they were full of crap. Poeple say we’re going to have another earthquake in 1-5 days. I personally think they are wrong. If they could predict earthquakes they would of predicted this one and they sure didn’t predict it.”
It’s funny to read it now in a sort of analytical way. Looking not at the writing style, or lack thereof, but content. It was so factual. I didn’t say at all how the earthquake affected me emotionally. It was a really scary time. It was the first big earthquake I had experienced and although it didn’t claim a huge number of lives, it caused tons of damage. I remember sitting at school that day wondering what would happen if there was another one and the school fell down. Classes that day were empty. More than half the students stayed home, and there was a steady stream of students leaving throughout the day. After shocks continued for a few days, and each one was terrifying….more scary than the big one because we didn’t know if it was going to be “the big one”. Yet I didn’t say anything about that. I wasn’t surprised to see that I didn’t forget the gory death details. Geez!
Hope this wasn’t too anticlimatic!
Anyone notice that in both journal entries I mentioned work that I had to do? Ours was a family that worked. I was bitter about it growing up because no one I knew had as many chores as I did, but I’m thankful for that training now. Not grateful enough to say thanks for working me like a horse though. ha ha.