3 Jan
2020

Lorette Kahl

first_imgBeing suddenly rudely awakened I realized I was in an earthquake and quickly thought of my husband but realized he’d died just before and that I was really alone. As I staggered across the kitchen floor to the back door, I heard crashes of things falling everywhere, including the clatter of dishes and glasses spilling nearby. On my lawn in front I realized that all families on both sides of the street were outside on their lawn, waiting. A nice man later wiggled into my genealogy room by climbing through one of the back window spaces. Two large bookcases on opposite sides had fallen and spilled all of my pictures, legal information and books, which had blocked my door closed. Later my daughter literally used a shovel to scoop up my kitchen trash of so many memories. I have felt many of the big earthquakes of Southern California including living in a broken garage of friends in the second day of the Long Beach Earthquake, but no other than the Whittier Narrows Earthquake of 5.9 took so many of my actual long-ago memories. 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set!last_img

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