Three Years

Today marks 3 years since the tornado went through Deltaville. 

 A boat in the middle of a field

 Telephone pole sheared off at the bottom

 This pine tree was literally twisted by the twister

 The tennis courts

 My dad demonstrating just how large that root ball is

The area where our shed used to be.

No, the tornado didn't dump junk in the yard, 

that was in the shed.

Note the neighbor's vehicle with the large hole in the windshield

I believe that was from our paddle boat being thrown into it.

 Zoar Baptist Church with a large bite out of the middle

 A house that was tossed into the creek

 Removing the large oak trees off of our house

 House behind us

the pool

There was a lot of destruction, but there was no loss of life.

No one was even injured-

not even the various pets that were sucked out of homes 

or buried under debris.

Things changed though, and that's the hardest to deal with (for me).

I'd rather Deltaville stay the same as it was in the late 70's and 80's.

Instead it just seems to keep changing and growing and 

getting too big for the britches I'd prefer it wear.

A "funny" coincidence- delta Δ  is the mathematical symbol for change.

You can read about the tornado on these posts:

This is Not a Test!

Miracle Monday

The Bright Side

Our House- Not So Very Fine

The More Things Change

Miracle Monday- Rita

Before and After

Remnants

Remnants 2

The First Deltaville Tornado

The Boy Across the Creek

Some time ago, 

back in my middle school days
(I think it was middle school but I'm old and my brain is going not sure of the exact time frame
other than it was some time before dinosaurs cell phones internet ago)

I had this summer romance with

"The Boy Across The Creek".
(that's how he was referred to- in all caps.
My grandmother would say "Jamie the boy across the creek is out")

 This photo shows the area in which he would appear-
to the left of that white shed-
on his 4-wheeler
and proceed down to the dock.
(this photo is a post-tornado photo of the area- imagine more trees and bushes)

You could hear his 4 wheeler coming
and I'd go outside with binoculars and watch him piddle around on the pier
(piddle doesn't sound particularly sexy but whatever)
He was typically shirtless
dark haired
and tan.
I tended to be in my bathing suit and sunbathing on our pier around the time(s)
he would show up.
He started showing up more often.
This went on for days.
Until one day while in the Pharmacy
(or maybe Hurd's I can't remember exactly)
My cousin and I came around the corner and there he was with his mother.
Needless to say,
it killed the mystery and intrigue and neither of us made as many trips
to the docks.
And my cousin,
she laughed and laughed and laughed.

(You can read about our other summer romance here)