Send us your recollections of Hugo

by | April 12, 2014 5:12 pm

Hurricane_Hugo_1989_sept_21_1844ZThe 25th anniversary of Hurricane Hugo is still several months away, but The Manning Times is looking for your recollections now for an upcoming special edition. What do you remember about the night of the storm, or of the aftermath? How long were you without electricity? What did you do to cope and survive? Please end them, along with your full name and area in Clarendon County, to as soon as you can. We can’t wait to hear from you!


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    May 21, 2014 at 04:39

    As the eye of the storm passed over Manning, my father who had died the year before, knocked at the back door to my house. My step-mother and her brother were sheltering in the hall closet as the rain poured in through the holes in the roof. The many tall pines in our yard had come crashing down in the winds, coming through the roof. They had been discussing whether they would be better to leave and try to find somewhere safer. The wind suddenly dropped and they heard knocking. When they opened the back door in the half-light they saw my father, not as he was when he died, but as he was in his prime. She recognised him from old photographs when he was about 28. He told them it was the eye of the storm and the wind would get back up but not as strong. He reminded them that the hall closet was the safest place in the house and they should wait the storm out there. They asked him to come in, but he said he couldn’t, that he was on his way to the Little League Ball Park.
    Then he told her he loved her and turned and disappeared into the darkness.
    The wind got back up, but as he said, not as strong. No more trees fell and when the wind dropped, they went back to the back door and looked out. The trees had all fallen across the yard and the drive. The way to the back door was impassable even in daylight, never mind in darkness.
    When she told me what had happened, she said she was in no doubt it was him, only she was confused why he said he was going to the Little League Ball Park. I told her that when he was in his late twenties, the Little League Ball Park was behind our house. It was only there briefly, but while it was there we used to go watch the teams play. Some of my happiest memories of him are the times he used to take me to the Little League Ball Park.

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