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Here is the last sentence of my last post of this blog which I wrote in California during the hurricane:
Now back to Twitter and the news about Hurricane Sandy and our wet boxes under the beds.
Now here I am, writing this post back at the Southern New Jersey Shore!
So many stories, so much disaster...
along with so much gratitude that all our family members were safe.
So here I am, on Absecon Island, one of the barrier islands along the Atlantic Coast.
And before I return to saving old family history photos which are more important than the Olympic memorabilia, and for the most part, are almost dry now, the Olympic Pins that I spoke of in my last post were in my old backpack which was on the floor of the basement. Of course we were all thinking of the value of a human life, not things, so I did not dare ask for anything beforehand. Days passed and wondered if I should ask for a few items. There were days with no power. That was another reason not to call and use up their precious cell time. Then, after making my own executive decision to fly back word came of another storm. Was wondering where if could camp/sleep. So of course would not fly back. Then Christy asked if I wanted anything out of 3 North during that wet windy week; she told me that George III was able to get to the island. So told her about Lois's box under the bed and and my ruck sack. BINGO! Later received a text from her...atttached was a great photo of George and Lois's items drying that had previously been floating items in a long plastic box.
Her text read, "Rescued!" : )
Now back to Twitter and the news about Hurricane Sandy and our wet boxes under the beds.
Now here I am, writing this post back at the Southern New Jersey Shore!
So many stories, so much disaster...
along with so much gratitude that all our family members were safe.
So here I am, on Absecon Island, one of the barrier islands along the Atlantic Coast.
And before I return to saving old family history photos which are more important than the Olympic memorabilia, and for the most part, are almost dry now, the Olympic Pins that I spoke of in my last post were in my old backpack which was on the floor of the basement. Of course we were all thinking of the value of a human life, not things, so I did not dare ask for anything beforehand. Days passed and wondered if I should ask for a few items. There were days with no power. That was another reason not to call and use up their precious cell time. Then, after making my own executive decision to fly back word came of another storm. Was wondering where if could camp/sleep. So of course would not fly back. Then Christy asked if I wanted anything out of 3 North during that wet windy week; she told me that George III was able to get to the island. So told her about Lois's box under the bed and and my ruck sack. BINGO! Later received a text from her...atttached was a great photo of George and Lois's items drying that had previously been floating items in a long plastic box.
Her text read, "Rescued!" : )
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