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Irene Aftermath: Generators in Jersey

Yesterday was not the regular Monday.

Walking bridge to nowhere now

First day of school was cancelled with power out in many places, so we spent an unexpected family day together biking along the Delaware River in NJ. We revisited our old town of Stockton, NJ where we lived for many years.

Lambertville biking path

From Frenchtown to Lambertville we went.   Every path we biked down held the sounds of generators cranking and basements being pumped.  We passed flooded houses, sand bagged front doors, firefighters racing to a new scene to help, and people placing their damaged things on the curb. Police were patrolling in Lambertville on the look out for looters.

We were re-routed many times due to down trees, power lines, and buckled roads. The water passed by in a roaring wave, covering all with debris. We passed many people scraping the mud out of the inside of their cars. Nothing was left untouched in the path of raging waters that are slowly receding.

My husband’s work in Princeton, NJ is still without power.  I hope once again, folks in NJ – and along the East Coast –  can get back to normal soon after another devastating hurricane. Check out the slideshow below.

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My Dad: Survived Hazel in 1954 in NC, Braving Irene now

My dad, as a sailor, survived Hurricane Hazel in North Carolina in 1954. He’s back in North Carolina facing Irene now.

Hurricane Hazel hit NC hard in 1954

With Hurricane Irene bearing down on us, I recall the story my dad told me of the 2 days he braved Hurricane Hazel in North Carolina when he was in the U.S. Navy. In October 1954 Hazel hit land as one of the most disastrous hurricanes in U.S. history. Now nearly 60 years later my dad is living again in North Carolina, just south of Wilmington, on the coast. And I know he will brave this historic storm as well.

Category 4 Hurricane Hazel was one of most disastrous hurricanes in U.S. history

In 1954, my dad was a communications specialist at the Weeksville Naval Air Station in Elizabeth City, North Carolina. Weeksville, at the time, was a helicopter and blimp base. When my dad was stationed there, Weeksville was at its zenith with 2 blimp squadrons and an anti-submarine helicopter squadron calling it home. 10 blimps and 12 helicopters were based here. It also housed the largest wooden structure in the world, a blimp hangar that was as large as three football fields inside. It held this record distinction until an unseen spark from a welder’s torch started a fire in 1995 and it burned down.

Weeksville Naval Air Station Blimp Hanger where my dad was stationed during Hazel

But in 1954, when my dad was based at Weeksville, Category Four Hurricane Hazel landed. It brought 150 mph winds and a record 18 foot storm surge at Calabash, North Carolina. Hazel carved a path of destruction that left over 600 dead. Damages exceeded $350 million 1953 U.S. dollars. The storm surge from Hurricane Hazel ranged from 14 to 18 feet.

Hazel slammed the coast and flood waters raged from the nearby Albemarle Sound a good foot through the base. All married sailors were sent home. My dad, single, was left as the only communications employee on the base to operate all communications during the storm. He stayed at his post for 2 days days as the windows rattled and the water seeped in. He survived without power, 1 meal, and no sleep.

The building he was in was strapped down with steel cables so it wouldn’t be damaged. However, the storm was so fierce that it moved the world’s largest wooden structure – the blimp hangar – one foot off its foundation. “Man,” my dad said. “I don’t want to go through that again.”

My dad married my mom a few years after Hazel. He would be the sailor sent home now, not to stay in a hurricane

My dad would meet my mother a few years later, marry, and adopt a daughter – who would eventually also serve in the U.S. Navy as well (me!). You can read the letters between my dad and myself during my boot camp survival in my 1980s memoir “Letters from Boot Camp”.  As an “old salt of the sea” my dad gives a “new salt” advice on succeeding in the U.S. Navy.

So, from a “new salt” to an “old salt” I fervently hope my dad stays safe once again through this hurricane – as do all people along the Eastern seaboard this weekend. And remember our servicemen and women, many who must remain in harm’s way of the hurricane to do their duty.

Father and daughter squids

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