Wednesday, March 17, 2010

wondering


Yesterday was one of those days that began as a nice day...I remember noticing a pink cloud as I was eating breakfast. I went running and then for a walk and the day was mild, pleasant. Midday it became quite windy - at home I watched waves crash, and the wind literally howled. Until that point in time I always thought wind howling was an expression. I worried about losing power - we didn't - and when I picked up the boys from school they were quite shaken by the wind. Abbott's recess had been shortened because of it (I think fear of branches falling on the kids).

A few years ago we had a terrible windstorm in Seattle that was quite traumatic for our family and many others. The house we used to live in suffered significant damage, and we were without power for almost a week. In preschool for the following two (!) years (!), nearly every story Cal dictated to his teachers had some element of a windstorm in it.

When my boys look back on their childhood as adults, I wonder if that windstorm will stand out in their memories, though they were two and four at the time? I wonder if they will always shudder at the wind?

19 comments:

Frau said...

I hope they forget and don't fear the wind. I remember a huge storm when I was little and a tree falling missing our home and I think about trees falling during storms but I think it's natural. I hope they have a fun St. Patrick's Day.

et lille oejeblik - a little moment said...

some of the things i remember from my childhood has to do with those situations where nature changed every day life. i hope your children will not feel fear when they grow older, but instead keep it as a memory of something grand and wild.

also, i so relate to that yense feeling you can have in a storm. especially now when we're living in the countryside. if i am home alone with the kids and there's a storm or thunder, i light candles to have them ready.

Kwana said...

The wind can be very scary but also exciting. This last storm that we had was really scary. I was shaken too.

Barbara said...

I've never forgotten my first tornado, but I guess it couldn't have been too traumatic because I've been through several since and seemed to keep my head. I remember the damage was terrible. And my parents weren't coddlers...that generation wasn't.

And since I've lived in Florida, I've been in several hurricanes, for which, at least, you have some warning. My kids were pretty young then. Donna was the worst. Andrew missed us, thank God, more recently Wilma. I was alone and at one point, in the eye of that one.

Weather can be quite terrifying and beautiful at the same time.

Deidra said...

This morning there were reports on the news about the winds in your area. So glad all is well. I understand the skittishness about high wind...especially after that tree fell on our house last year. I think it's something you always remember, although the fear subsides over time.

Ina in Alaska said...

Early tramautic experiences are never forgotten, in my opinion. I can vividly remember being young (under age 10) standing in the bathroom with my dad who was in a particularly bad mood. I must have done something wrong, but cannot remember what I did. He slapped me in the face and made me take a bite of a bar of Zest soap. Never forgot that moment. Your post made me think of it again. I never told my mom about it and I also never forgot that moment. I do not have a wonderful relationship with my father (but not because of that) xoxoxo

Sammi said...

Wind is a funny old thing, especially because you can only see what it does, not the wind itself.

Where I used to live in Spain, part of our roof was glass, and whenever it was really windy it used to creak, and howl like it was ready to fall down, and before that when I was home in England, my room used to be at the back of the house and it used to howl passed the windowpanes. Even where I work, when its windy you can hear it inside, especially walking through the corridor towards the restaurant as it whistles through and rattles the old panes of glass...

Cate said...

thunderstorms, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, floods... it seems to be a universally human experience to have to realize our true place in the bigger picture. they have you and your husband to hold them tight and love them through the worries till they learn how they can do that for themselves.

Ruth said...

Wow--how scary. I can remember worrying about trees falling on our house when I was little, but hopefully your boys grow up without any horrifying memories. Here in the Northeast, we lost power for a few days but were lucky enough to get it back yesterday--some are not so lucky, still.

TheSmithZoo said...

We lost our power for 6 days in that windstorm 2 years ago (here in Kent) and we even live near the freeway. I will never forget going to the school that first day and seeing the huge uprooted trees. One had fallen over on the main play toy, and had splintered into millions of pieces, and I was so grateful that the storm had happened during the night, and not while the kids were at school. The days without power while not fun, were interesting and sometimes entertaining. Yesterday the wind was so strong, it sounded like someone was trying to break in our front door.

edi gardner said...

The photos are absolutely beautiful!!! The felix doolittle too fine-I want every design :-)
This boys eyes can take any wind :-)

pve design said...

Perhaps they could be pilots or design some sort of wind protection device! We had a few windy storms here, lots of branches down! I remember a tornado from my childhood and a hurricane from a trip with my husband after we were married. I guess we can withstand any kind of weather!
pve

likeschocolate said...

When my son was 4 our church was burned down. He still remembers it though he has stopped talking about it. It turned his world upside down. He is 11 now.

KPiep said...

You never know what they will remember...and how it will effect them. I'm terrified of storms myself - mostly of tornadoes - but it has nothing to do with actual tornadoes. Who knows where my fear came from!

We had a crazy bad storm 11 years ago while I was living on the family farm back in KC. I was working on the Plaza at the time, and we closed early because the skies were literally boiling with low, black clouds. We all then went to the basement and hid there for a good two hours!

Joyce said...

I too believe some main event in our lives always stay in our mind young or old. As I read your post 2 come to mind when I was around 5. I just hope for the boy's sake it is only a memory that doesn't turns into fear. xo

Kathleen said...

Hello! I love your photographs! They are beautiful.

nicola@which name? said...

those little memories are intense. while i don't wish my children's fears keep their hold on them, it does make me sad when another wave of memories disappears as their age increases.
nicola
Which Name?

Francesca said...

Nature is not all pretty. Fairy tale creatures, myths etc tell us how much human beings have always feared nature - from the complete darkness of woods at night to catastrophic events - until recently. Now we live protected from nature and we believe that science can control it.

Shelley said...

I remember a tornado that happened when I was four years old. From our basement I could see out the window (I was being held up to it). As I looked out, the wind knocked down our apple tree. It was sad because we loved the tree. I dream about it once in a while. It has definitely stuck with me.