Last month's post presented a memory from the archmage, Lord Dal's past and how it affected his actions. This month, the reminiscing will be more personal and include memories of the season. Since I've already covered the most emotional of my autumn memories, those associated with 9-11, I decided to focus on other ones.
Another memory of autumn was the annual putting up the garden with the pickling, preserving, and making ketchup. Sometimes the work was done under the direction of the older clanswomen. Our reward for this work was not just the food preserved for the upcoming winter, but also the treat of grandmother's heritage dishes. Of course, workers got first pick at the butter-drenched lokse, onion-accented pierogies, and sugared fried dough fresh from the pan.
|The boat, gas tank and hot water |
heater are at the top of a bridge.
As to the teaser image from last month? Halloween is not always remembered for pumpkins and neighborhood children in costume trick-or-treating. A hurricane that became a post-tropical cyclone a frankenstorm, and then after she cut across New Jersey, became the infamous Superstorm Sandy.
Whole flotillas of boats where removed from the water or lifted off trailers or storage racks to be scattered onto roads, bridges, or into fields in my area. Wind, rain, and tidal surges disrupted electricity service from parts of Quebec to North Carolina and as far west as Indiana and Illinois.
|The remnants of the local history museum.|
Many artifacts were washed out to sea.
Others were recovered by walking miles of shoreline.
Besides the images of the displaced boats, a more personal memory was being one of the 8.5 million people without power for what seemed like unending days. We were fortunate in that our electric company did a controlled shut down, minimizing damage to substations. When our electricity was restored, my husband and I took in his mother and sister until the lines of poles were replaced and wires restrung in their town.
~Until next month, stay safe and read.
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Helen Henderson lives in western Tennessee with her husband. While she doesn’t have any pets in residence at the moment, she often visits a husky who have adopted her as one the pack.