Hurricane Season is fast approaching (normally June until November), but this year, we are getting an early storm that has developed off the Florida coast. Subtropical storm Andrea. She is early by a few weeks and she isn't a huge storm, but still enough to have storm watchers getting their gear together and doomsayers to start wailing about the end of the world and global warming.
I have always loved storms and been intrigued by them. Thunderstorms and Hurricanes. Tornadoes and Blizzards. When storms are heading my way, you can find me glued to the Weather Channel trying to predict which way I think the storm will track. I have been fascinated by weather and the might of nature since I was a child. I don't like the devastation, but the beauty of a storm is inescapable to me.
Hurricane Memories and this Years Names
http://www.melissaomarkham.com/2007/05/hurricane_memories_and_this_ye_1.html
One of my earliest memories came in the wake of Hurricane Camille in 1969. I was just barely 3 years old and I can remember my father driving my mom and me through Nelson county and pointing out where mountainsides had been washed away (along with the lives of many). Camille was the second Cat 5 storm to hit the U.S. in the 1900s and its highest clocked sustained winds were 190 mph!
When I was in elementary school, we watched a film about Camille. I couldn't believe that the storm that had caused so much damage here in Virginia had first destroyed Biloxi Mississippi. I was fascinated by the people who refused to obey warnings and leave the area, but insisted on hanging out and having hurricane parties. I was astounded at how the fury of the hurricane could wipe out man's sturctures and imprint on the land in a matter of hours. I have been hooked ever since.
I always had a special fondness for thunderstorms. The wind whipping in the trees, the rain pounding on the room, the lightning streaking across the sky and the thunder rattling the windows in the house. I remember sitting on the front porch of our trailer with my dad and watching storms approach. We could literally see it start raining about 1/2 mile or so down the road and could watch as it approached our home. A very cool thing!
Hurricanes often bring rain and even flooding rain and heavy winds to our area here in the foothills of Virginia. The next brush I really remember though was Hurricane Gloria. I was a sophomore at the College of William and Mary. My mom, dad and grandmother had come to Williamsburg to visit for parent's weekend. We started hearing about Hurricane Gloria and suddenly, it was said that she was predicted to make landfall and come in over top of Williamsburg. You can only imagine the panic that ensued at a college gearing up for Parent's weekend and having over 5,000 students that they had to figure out how to protect. There really wasn't any getting out of town, it all happened so fast. My family decided to hunker down in the hotel. My roommates and I put masking tape on the windows, we weighted down Marilyn's MG Midget and then I went to stay at the Russian House with my fiance and friends. My folks wanted me to come be with them, but I was madly in love and wasn't about to leave my fiance's side. The winds howled, the rain came...but that was it. Gloria had a mind of her own and didn't make landfall there and the Category 4 hurricane moved northward and eventually struck Long Island as a moderate hurricane with winds of 85 mph. There were a few huge trees knocked down on campus, but the next day was one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. My experience shows the day after these tremendous storms are always exceedingly beautiful. A promise from God that all is okay and that the storm has passed on.
There have been other storms: big ones, small ones and I have watched all of them with interest and concern and fascination. When Florida got hit by four good size storms in 2004, I was glued to the screen. I couldn't believe this constant barrage. I have family and friends in Florida and we were constantly worried about what was going on there. It seemed that the citizens of Florida couldn't get a break. But at last the weather cleared and people began to rebuild.
Then in 2005, we joked as we saw the list of names that might be given to hurricanes that year. My daughter, Katrina, was tickled to see her name was a possibility. Then as the storms kept happening, we realized there would be a Hurricane Katrina. She thought it was neat at first, but my 5 year old daughter who regularly saves caterpillars from ants and spiders and who loves all animals, was horrified by this monster storm that had the same name as she. In the days and weeks that followed, people who knew us would tease her about being Hurricane Katrina until I had to make it clear that they had to stop. She was heartbroken for the loss that had occured and the animals that were homeless. Time has passed, and she doesn't get the comments that she used to, but still, every now and then, when introduced to a stranger, they will mention it. This monster storm that devastated one of the most beautiful cities in the United States will forever be linked with my daughter.
Today, I was reading about Andrea and saw the list of other names on tap for the 2007 season.
Andrea
Barry
Chantal
Dean
Erin - my children have a good friend named Erin
Felix
Gabrielle
Humberto
Ingrid
Jerry
Karen - I have several friends named Karen
Lorenzo
Melissa - uh oh...that's me!!!!!
Noel
Olga
Pablo
Rebekah
Sebastien
Tanya
Van
So I will be watching with fascination and trepidation. Melissa is a long way down the list. Part of me hopes we don't make it that far, and part of me can't help but be fascinated with the idea.
As a disclaimer, I want to restate that I am devastated by the damage these storms do to peoples homes and lives. But like a car accident on the side of the road, when a storm is coming, I can't help but watch and be intrigued and amazed.