THE DOUBLE STORM

The Blizzard of Nineteen Hundred Seventy-eight...

People were buying up water, fuel, wood,

Food...

Chaos struck...

To some people they saw it as...

One huge storm...

Dad hurt Mom...

Mom was in the hospital...

I was not allowed to see her...

Weeks of recovery...

I have to move out of our house...

Relatives who just had burden written all their

Faces...

Were asked to pick me up...

I am certain mine read...

NIGHTMARE!

HERE I COME!

Being the mature eleven year old...

I moved in...

Waited weeks...

For the hospital to give me back...

My Mother...

Finally, they released her...

Spring was approaching all the snow was gone...

Still no house of our own...

She had to come with me...

Double burden for the relatives...

She had to get a new job due to the severity of her

Injuries...

Dad had his version as always...

Mother had her version...

Hers were with tears...

She was so concerned she was going to Hell if they

Divorced...

The Blizzard of Nineteen Hundred Seventy-eight...

WHAT A STORM!

I was convinced more than her...

WE WERE ALREADY IN HELL!