Having our morning tea and coffee. The sun shining brightly, the birds singing the song of summer. This was my only day off, I worked six days a week. I needed this break. Just to spend it at home, cleaning house, doing yard work. Surrounded by the peacefulness of mother nature and all she had to offer.
BeeJay and I worked, cutting the lawn. BeeJay tended to her flowers and tomato plant’s. It was getting onto lunch, BeeJay turned to Wende and asked what was for lunch. I said we can go in I’ll make more tea and coffee. Would you like bacon and eggs? A favorite dish off course BeeJay said yes.
As we sat there BeeJay turned on the T.V., eating our lunch we both notice the sky going a weird greenish blue colour. BeeJay turned it to the weather station and there it was, high winds, possible hail, with the warning of a possibility of a Tornado. With that I told BeeJay if it comes this way, grab our smokes, cell phone, Pepper and we will head for the hole.
The hole I’m referring too is, the original owner of the farm house, took liquid nitro and blasted the rocks under the house. It was a very small place no bigger that a 10 by 10 room, with water constantly running, a sub-pump running 24-7. That is why I refer to it as a hole.
BeeJay laughing at Wende, she knew Wende hated thunderstorms, so this was a time when she thought nothing of it. As Wende was making a tea for BeeJay, Wende turned to BeeJay as said: “ BeeJ I hear a train coming, grab the smokes and cell, I’ll grab Pepper head for the hole.” BeeJay just turned to Wende a said: “there are no f***ing trains for 100 miles near us, what are you talking about, your nuts don’t be so stupid.”
Just as Wende went to explain, the tree’s bowed in the front of the farm house, the sky went a ghastly black. It was a scene from a horror show. The birds were not signing, it was an eerie silence, nothing stirred, only the hollowing of the wind, thrashing of the rain as it beats this old farm house. We grabbed what we needed and headed for the hole.
As we sat on the driest, wettest spot in the hole, Wende looked at BeeJay and said: “I was stupid, I left the freaking chain saw at the front door, I should of brought it will us. We won’t have anything to cut our self out if we needed to”. Poor Pepper who was a Senegal Parrot sat on the bottom of his cage not uttering a peep. Pepper was a Parrot that always talked, right now he was silence. We both kept reassuring him we would be safe.
The wind blowing, the crashing lasted for about 10 minutes, the longest 10 minutes of our life. When the noise subsided, Wende crept out of our hole, the sun was shining like the morning sun did. It was safe for right now. BeeJay made her way out of the hole. We brought Pepper up and sat him on the kitchen table. If the storm come back around we would have to head back. We were in the eye of the storm Wende told BeeJay, when the sky changes again we have to get back down. It happened.
Now the storm was over, we had no hydro, no running water. BeeJay and Wende ran down to the barn where we were raising five piglets. As we walked toward the barn we saw the devastation, the Tornado of August 2-3, 2006 struck between the barn and the house.
One local woman was killed in this storm. A lot of people had property damage. For the furry of mother nature, she released her vengeance on this little town. It was almost two weeks before we got our hydro back. Every night after work, Beejay and Wende made the daily trip to Horse Lake to fill up a 45 gallon drum so we could water our pigs, have water to flush our toilet, do our dishes. We had enough wood for the winter, we just had to cut it up. It was a good thing I worked in town, my routine was work all day, get drinking water from our local fire hall, head home feed and water the pigs.
Our little community was hit, there are still remnants of this Tornado. What I will never forget, is how BeeJay and I sat in a hole and joked and laugh through our fears. This will be a storm that will never leave my memory. As BeeJay stated, next time Wende says she hears a train in the middle of no where I will believe her. Run for the hills a Tornado is coming!
Causes Wende Plante aka Billy-Joe Supports
Distress Centre Of Ontario, Aids Committee of Durham Region, United Survivors, Y.W.C.A.