We have packed up everything and now we wait…and that is the hardest part.
Some “ true” Little East Beachers have experienced the hurricanes of ’38,44, Carol ‘56 and Bob ’91. My hurricane experiences are with Carol and Bob. I remember “Carol”. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my mother, sister (Carol) and brother (Bob), as I watched a boat fly by the back window. My mother didn’t drive and my father had gone to work, and weather forecasting was not the science it is today. I could see and feel the fear in my mother’s actions.
Little East Beach is a barrier beach with a dirt road and a small stone bridge as the only way in or out. Most of the families that lived there during the summer (about 12) had left for safer ground. We, and our next door neighbor, remained.
Fortunately my father had the sense of returning to the beach and as our neighbors were leaving (they forgot their dog) my father gathered us into the car and left.
Several hours later all the homes on the beach were gone.
Those that do not have an emotional stake in a “beacher’s way of life” will never understand our feelings right now.
Hurricane Irene will come and go on Sunday. Life will go on. I hope that little piece of my heart is still there on Monday.