“I watched as everything around us was destroyed.” Ricky Burch.

“I heard the strangest and scariest natural sounds of my life as the storm approached.” Ed Landry.

“… made a remarkable impact on my life.” James Spann.

“The lightning was like nothing we had ever seen and still haven’t to this day.” Eleita Dunlap Kinard.

“… will never forget one minute of the ordeal.” Mike Oakley.

“The roof of the building was rapidly peeling away.” John Brasher.

” The last thing I remembered seeing before we went between the mattresses was the large pecan trees in our yard falling.” Cecil LaGrone.

Following are personal accounts from John Brasher, Ed Landry, James Spann, Eleita Dunlap Kinard, Mike Oakley, Ricky Burch, Cecil LaGrone. To add yours, please email to:



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By: John Brasher

May 27, 1973, in Centreville, Alabama, dawned with that certain “feel” that is indicative of possible weather trouble ahead. By mid-morning a steady southwest wind was bringing with it an abundant supply of Gulf moisture. The air was becoming heavy and sultry.

At the time, I was a newly hired photographer/reporter for the Centreville Press. I had been in Centreville only two weeks, and thought this Sunday might turn out to be a good opportunity to head down to the Centreville radar site to document their operations during severe weather. Turned out I was right. Before the day was done, I, along with other residents of Brent & Centreville, would experience the ravaging force of a massive tornado which would be rated an upper level F4. Borderline F5.

I drove to the weather office shortly after noon. The staff at Centreville Radar that day were Dale Black and Bob Coe. Dale was the radar operator. Bob’s primary duty was manning the teletype machine, passing information along to the National Weather Service Forecast Office, located at the time, at 11 West Oxmoor Road in Birmingham.

The weather situation turned very serious, very quickly that Sunday afternoon. Dale was tracking tornadic storms that were popping up before him on the radar screen almost constantly. A steady stream of warnings went out from West Oxmoor that day based on teletypes from Centreville Radar.

Then, late in the day, a monster storm in the making, indicated by a very distinct hook echo, appeared to our southwest, at a location near Demopolis. I was standing beside the radar console, watching Dale work, when he first saw what would become Alabama’s longest track tornado. He worked the radar controls, scanning up and down the height of the storm and plotted its anticipated path on the radar screen. We checked the near wall size map of Alabama that hung on the wall facing the console in the large radar room. I’ll never forget Dale saying that if the tornado held together, it would pass right over us. It did hold together.

A tornado warning went out almost immediately for counties upstream. Centreville Radar continued to track the storm as it worked over Greensboro and targeted Bibb County. The radar site, and Brent, which was about 8 miles to our northeast, were in the cross-hairs.

After the warning had gone out, the weather guys and I walked outside to the northwest corner of the building. We wanted to see what the conditions were like. Dale or Bob, can’t remember which, made the comment that the wind felt like it was coming from a blast furnace.

That steady, strong wind, which I think must have been at about 25 or 30 miles per hour as it blew from the southwest, was indeed a very warm wind. And it carried a “sweet” smell, like that of freshly cut hay. It was heavy and oppressive. I’ve never felt conditions like that before or since. It is something you don’t forget. After being outside for a couple minutes, we went back into the station.

A few minutes later, as Dale was at his console, I was standing in a hallway door that led into the teletype room. Bob was at the teletype sending a message regarding another storm in another part of central Alabama that was also being tracked.

Suddenly, Bob and I felt very sharp pain in our ears. It was an abrupt and dramatic drop in atmospheric pressure. Bob looked up at me with an “uh-oh” expression, for lack of a better word. I’m sure Dale felt the same thing. We all met in the hallway and headed for the lobby of the building. That room had glass almost from floor to ceiling and faced north. We watched in amazement as everything but the kitchen sink swirled around and past those windows. Then we realized that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be standing at that particular spot. We retreated to the hall.

Seconds later, I felt what reminded me of fine grain sand hitting my face and arms. The roof of the building was rapidly peeling away. Dale and I dove into an office, and onto the floor, beside a sturdy desk. I don’t know where Bob ended up as the storm struck with full force. I remember hearing no train sound as I have heard described. Only the sounds of chaos…objects hitting what was left of the building, crashing sounds, ripping sheet metal, and such. After what must have been only a couple minutes at the most, but seemed much longer, the tornado effects ended as suddenly as they had begun. The three of us were unhurt, but not unaffected. Strangely enough, a telephone in the teletype room continued to operate for a short time. It was on this line that Dale Black contacted West Oxmoor, telling them “We’ve been hit!”

Centreville Radar had been blinded and dealt a crippling blow, but the weather guys were still able to get word out of our situation and what was coming for Brent. And Bob Coe was able to reach his wife at home in Brent to make sure his family took shelter. Minutes later, the house was totally destroyed. Bob’s family was safe after having taken refuge in an interior closet, under a staircase.

We walked outside to inspect the damage. The radar dish had been blown from its tower and lay on the ground no more than 20 feet from the office Dale and I had jumped into. The dome that had covered the dish had taken off for parts unknown. The roof was two thirds gone, and the rest of the building was battered and looked as if it had been sand blasted.

The Brent Tornado went on to kill 5 people in Brent. One person was killed in Greensboro, and one in Wilsonville. Nearly 200 were injured. The tornado that had spun to life near Demopolis finally dissipated 139 miles to the northeast, on the western slopes of Mt. Cheaha. Sections of Hale, Perry, Bibb, Shelby, Talladega, Clay, and Cleburne counties all suffered destruction from the Brent Tornado. Several days later, Centreville Press publisher Jim Oakley and I followed the path of the storm in a plane from Brent to Columbiana. The tornado never lifted from the ground as it followed highway 25 the entire way.

It was a day not easily forgotten.

At the weather station that day, dedication to duty outweighed concern for personal safety. I don’t know if he got one or not, but Dale Black deserved a commendation from the weather service for his work and keeping on task under surreal circumstances.

A little humor in a bad situation…the tornado had worked us over pretty good, and with nothing left to do at the radar site, Dale, Bob, and I headed to our vehicles to try to get home.

Bob and I had fairly new cars and several windows in each of them were blown out. Dale had driven his old “fishing truck” to work. That thing was pretty well beat up even before the storm hammered us. But all of his windows were still intact. Dale gave Bob and me a lot of grief about how his old truck had come through unscathed while our newer rides looked a lot worse for the wear. We watched Dale pull out of the parking lot onto the road. At that point, the rear window fell out of his truck.

Justice prevailed.


By: Ed Landry, former radar operator at Centreville.

The weather office in Calera forwarded your website
and letter to me about the great tornado of May 27,
1973. I haven’t forgotten it, but not a whole lot of
people care much to hear about it, anymore…

I was an off-duty radar operator at the weather office
out on the hill in Bibb county. I wasn’t on duty
during the passage of the storm; my shift was to begin
at midnight. I remember making our way out to the
observation site late that night after the storm with
Dale Black to check on the damage… Pretty
impressive! That film strip you refer to on your
website that had the picture of the storm clearly on
it: I pulled that very 16mm film cartridge from the
automatic camera to protect it from the water coming
in through the absent roof. I took the film home to
guard it, knowing it had some important images on it.

I lived directly across the street from the Brent
Baptist Church in a two-story Victorian home owned and
rented by Ruby Goodson. I heard the strangest and
scariest natural sounds of my life as the storm
approached. The thunder was far more peculiar than any
I had ever heard and that familiar “train” sound
indicated that the biggest train on Earth was pulling
into town! Trees make it very rough trying to watch
tornadoes in the South, so I ran outside and even into
the road to see what was coming. Never saw the
complete funnel, only a solid wall of white consuming
everything in its path only hundreds of yards down the
street and moving toward me. I ran back into the house
to collect my new family to try and make it to the
storm cellar whose entrance was outside. We never made
it out of the house before the monster arrived. My
wife, infant daughter, and I rode the storm out in a
middle closet, downstairs. Our house busted up and
split down the middle. Pretty much a scary event!
Thought we were gonna die, but was a little early on
that… I remember those moans and distressed voices
coming from the church rubble after the storm
moved-on. There were a couple of deaths in the
sanctuary, there, where the walls had failed. And so on
like so many other folks’ stories from that evening.

I do have a few pictures from that event that I have
scanned to jpeg, but they are mainly of the house and
a few of the weather office being reassembled (Placing
the radar back up on its tower!). Finding them might
be an issue… Anyway, the offer is there if you are
still building the historical site for those of us
still alive to even remember the storm. Most of the
weather crew that manned the Centreville radar site
during that period have passed.

I retired from the National Weather Service in Mobile,
just three years ago. I only worked and lived in Brent
and Centreville for two years, but long enuf to build
a couple of weather memories that have lasted

Aside from the Brent maxi-tornado, I distinctly
remember working the radar that very long and deadly
night of the tornado outbreak of April, 1974. That was
one hellish night to be part of… I saw and reported
a lot of active things that night that I never dreamed
existed and nothing since then has compared. I say
that after having worked the radars on the Florida and
Alabama Gulf coasts through decades of lots of healthy
and occasionally noteworthy tropical events. But, the
Brent storm ranks as number one in my career
experience. You see, being a front-line, hands-on
career weatherman (Not TV or radio variety!) and
sitting right smack dab in the middle of an F4 funnel
with your wife and infant daughter squeezed in the
smallest human ball we could get into is akin to an
avid astronomer being hit by a meteor…

PS A sidebar to the story of that night, my father, a
weatherman for the National Weather Service, himself,
was on duty at the weather office at the Birmingham
Airport that very night the Brent tornado came to
town. We had lots of things to talk about!


By: James Spann, Chief Meteorologist, abc 33/40, Birmingham, ALA.

On May 27, 1973 I had just ended my junior year in high school (I attended Tuscaloosa High School; not many of us Black Bears still around, you know), and as usual I was glued to my amateur radio gear, helping to activate the West Alabama Emergency Net on 146.82 MHz since severe weather was breaking out. Most of the action during the afternoon was a little north and east of Tuscaloosa; word came in that a tornado had touched down in the Center Point section of Birmingham with very significant damage.

Then, around 5:30, word was received that a tornado had touched down just northeast of Demopolis. We followed the progress of that storm very closely; it would be one that made May 27, 1973 a red letter day in Alabama weather history. That tornado stayed on the ground for around two hours, hitting Greensboro and Brent head on. It even took out the old National Weather Service radar facility just southwest of Brent in Bibb County. The twister stayed down until it reached the western slope of Mount Cheaha.

Calls for help were coming in to the Tuscaloosa Civil Defense office, and we responded to the call. I rode down U.S. 82 with a group of other amateur radio operators from Tuscaloosa; our destination was Brent. My heart was racing since I had really never seen serious tornado damage before, and I had no idea what to expect.

We rolled into Brent, and police directed us to the National Guard Armory, which was being used as a temporary disaster headquarters. I will never forget the eerie darkness, the strange odor, and the sense of shock in the eyes of the people who lived there. Five people died in Brent, including one man, Andrew Mitchell, who was attending services at the Brent Baptist Church. I wound up staying in the Brent/Centreville area for four days handling health and welfare traffic, and helping with other communication needs. The sights and sounds made a remarkable impact on my life, and to this day I look back on May 27, 1973 just like it was yesterday.


By: Eleita Dunlap Kinard

It was my brother that was running down the highway to check on our family. They lived at the bridge below Brent. The Dunlap family. Today I am sad to say that both my parents are gone and have been for nearly 20 yrs. My sweet “Brother”{as he was called}, went to be with the Lord on Dec 3rd this past yr. I was living with my husband and children about 1 mile past the weather station on Hwy 25, but was at my father-in-laws house that is within sight of the station. We were getting the children out of the car and into the basement when the storm hit the weather station and we saw the ball on the tower go flying across the road. I ran to the phone to call my dad and tell him to take cover. My mom and he got under the bed and that was the only piece of furniture in the house that was not moved.

I have so many memories and stories to tell like so many others. By the grace of the heavenly Father we didn’t lose many people for the size and force of that storm. I will forever remember what that cloud looked like and the sound as well.

Thank you for mentioning my brother and for all the memories it brought back, however painful they might be.

More from Mrs. Kinard:

We were headed into the neighbors basement, but prior to that we had been riding around with the kids to get an ice cream and we saw the dark cloud approaching as we were headed home. We lived at that time about a mile past the weather station on out 25. We were living in a mobile home at the time and as we passed what was known back then as “the green onion”, a business on 25, I said to my husband that I believed that the cloud contained a tornado. I had lived near Baton Rouge as a child and had already been in one. My husband said he didn’t think it was, but as we neared our home we looked to the left of hwy 25 and could see objects up in the cloud in behind Glen’s grandfathers house. We pulled into the yard and Glen ran in the house to turn off the air conditioner, and unplug the tv{that’s what you did back then in a storm}. By the time we turned around to go back towards his parents house near the station, the cloud looked like it was following us and we were scared to death. We arrived at this parents home and were rushing to get the kids to safety, when we heard what sounded like a roar, not a train, as I have heard, but a very loud low pitch roar. My husband and father-in-law were standing on the carport, and I was standing in the kitchen door and saw the tornado hit the weather station. By the time we all got inside it was mostly gone. The lightning was like nothing we had ever seen and still haven’t to this day. The whole sky was the blackest we had ever seen in between lightning strikes. It was something that I hope I never experience again. When you think back at how close we were and how good God is, you stand amazed.


By Mike Oakley

Awesome story. John Brasher is an old friend who worked at The Centreville Press, which was owned by my family. He was a talented writer and photographer. His car was “the sexy European,” Lincoln-Mercury Capri, which I later bought and loved. My brother and I followed John around the newspaper and he was an inspiration to us both. He taught us tips for darkroom and photography work.
Those of us who were involved in the ‘73 tornado and its aftermath will never be the same. The city of Brent, was totally destroyed. Most of its historic houses were blown away and Centreville suffered as well. My dad, brother and I stayed up all night helping look for survivors. The destruction was shocking. I worked on clean-up crews and had a workers permit to get through the National Guard barriers and will never forget one minute of the ordeal. Thanks for the story and the memories.


By Ricky Burch

I and my family were driving back to Tuscaloosa from Opelika on that Sunday afternoon. I had turned 12 years old the day before and I still remember what happened just like it was yesterday.

We were traveling down Hwy. 82 coming into Centreville when we saw the blackest cloud we had ever seen. We thought we were going to miss the storm until we turned left by the Cahaba River, passed by Twix and Tween barbeque and about a half a mile later all heck broke loose. We were in a Chevrolet station wagon. It was me, my two brothers, my mom and dad and our dog. When we topped the hill, there was a Texaco station to the left. We looked over and there was a wall of debris coming right at us. The tornado was a mile wide at that point and we had no idea we were driving right into it. Billboards were hitting the ground all around us. We got down as low as we could in the car and held on. You could feel the car trying to turn over but it stayed upright.

We were as much in the center of that tornado as we could be. I watched as everything around us was destroyed. Our car was destroyed. Two by fours through the tires and radiator. All the windows on the left side of the car were gone only to have mud, grass, pine needles and other debris about an inch thick on the inside of the windows on the right side of the car. I sit here and still remember the smell in the air. No one was hurt in our car. We had glass and mud and other debris in our clothes and underwear but we were all fine. It truly was a miracle.

Shortly after the storm a young man came running by our car and he was crying. He stopped and asked if we were alright. We told him we were fine and asked if he was ok. He looked like he was in shock. He was running to get help because he was at the Brent Baptist Church and he said “the whole roof just fell in on the congregation”. I found out later that people died in that church. He took off running and I still remember him. I have always wondered who he was. We were in our car for at least two hours before the rescue people could dig through the piles of debris to get to us. The National Guard or State Troopers commandeered us a room at what was the Cinderella Motel. We were able to get out of the rain and get ourselves together. There was no power and some minor damage to the motel but it felt safe after what we had been through.

My dad stood beside Hwy. 82 and found a man driving through to Tuscaloosa. He gave him a note to call my uncle with my uncles phone number to tell him what happened and to please come get us. That wonderful man called my uncle and he showed up later to pick us up to take us back home. It is hard to believe I turned 47 years old yesterday and I remember every detail of that day.


By: Cecil LaGrone
I just visited the website and like others it sure brings back memories.
My name is Cecil LaGrone. On this day, Sandra (my wife) and I had returned home at approx. 6:00 p.m. with our two daughters ages  4 and 2. We were members of Brent Baptist Church but did not go to the evening service on that day. We lived across the street from Brent Bap.Church by what is now the  Indian Rivers building. We were home an hour and at approx 7:00 p.m.  I went to the west side of the house and looked out the window and noticed a darker than usual cloud to the southwest. I told my wife of my concern but she said it probably wasn’t anything to worry about. I went to the west side of the house again at approx 7:15 and the sky to the southwest was darker. I told her again of my concern and she again told me that there was probably nothing to be concerned about.
I went to the  west side of the house again at approx. 7:22. and this time I made my wife come and look at what I was looking at . She said she was very concerned and we both decided to leave the house.
We both had to put on street clothes. We each picked up one of the children, but by this  time it was to late to leave the house.  (We had lived in Arkansas for six years and one of the things officials out there suggested was getting between the mattresses on the bed) .
We did just that. The last thing I remembered seeing before we went between the mattresses was the large pecan trees in our yard falling.
Seconds after we were under the mattresses a 6×6 timber came through the window and hit the bedroom wall and fell on Sandra’s leg. She was not injured. When we came out from under the mattresses it was like everyone says ” it was like a bomb had exploded in Brent.
We went to the front of the house and less than 300 feet away was Brent Baptist Church. The church had been cut in half and our house had received minor damage. The house still stands today. If we had been in any other room of the house we could have watched the tornado. The room we were in was the only room that received any damage.
I had previously been in a tornado in Jonesboro, Arkansas in 1967 that killed over 40 persons.
Thanks for the website.

Accounts from Childersburg, Alpine, and Wilsonville

courtesy of Birmingham’s ABC 33/40, Birmingham Weather Blog.
Lori Barlow Jones says:
May 27, 2007I was 6 at the time, we lived in Childersburg. I don’t see a record of it on the tornado database but a tornado went through Harpersville, hit the Coosa River (near the bridge between Shelby Co and Talladega Co). My Aunt and Uncle were coming back from Birmingham and were by the gas station that was located right before you cross the bridge into C-burg. The tornado picked up their car and slammed them into a ditch (she was 7 months pregnant with my cousin!). The gas station beside them was destroyed except for the toilet from the bathroom. The tornado proceeded to go into the Pinecrest area near the “Plant Road” (that lead to the papermill). My friend’s father heard the roar and grabbed the babies mattress from her bed, the family ran down to the basement and the father laid on top of the family. He received some injuries due to part of the house falling on him. The tornado damaged a good bit of homes in that neighborhood (my Daddy and I went out there the next morning). The tornado came close to the papermill and destroyed a lot of pine planted by the company.I remember so many things from that night and the next day that stayed with me for the rest of my life. I remember my family’s tornado plan being so primitive. Daddy had the windows opened and we were in their bedroom on the bed (not in a small, surrounded location). I remember listening to a radio and they said “Tornado Alert” and sounded quite frantic. I also remember my Aunt and Uncle stopping by our house, covered with mud and shaking (we were afraid my Aunt was going to go into pre-mature labor). I also remember surveying the damage with my Daddy and realizing that this was a powerful force that could destroy precious things such as life and your home.I reacted with terrible fear of storms. However, knowledge is power and as I got much older, I learned more about storms, eventually became a storm spotter, a member of a weather forum and of ALERT. I respect storms, I’m in awe of storms, I consider some even beautiful but I’m no longer afraid!!

Joyce Frost Newman says:
May 27, 2009
I was one of the injuries on this day. I don’t remember the day because of that. The tornadoes came through Alpine on Sunday night. I don’t remember it because of the head injuries I received. The tornadoes took two homes and a barn off of our place. My grandparents house and our house of eight people living in it. There were 10 people on that hill that survived that day. When they were able to take me back to see what had happened it was awful. When people say it looks like a war zone well it really does. I still can’t watch footage of a tornado on the news, I listen to it but I am not able to watch the actual pictures. You have seen the girl flying through the air on the Wizard of Oz, well that was me. If not for my brother jumping off the steps to catch me I really don’t know where I would be today. Before the night was over from my family alone was myself, my brother and my grandparents. The trailer next to us was destroyed and the little girls leg was broken in several places and she had to go to the hospital. There were several injuries in Alpine and a lot of damage but when the reporters flash back or talk about tornadoes in the past they seem to forget about the ones on the day and night that cut a path across Alabama and injured so many people.
Thank God we all made it through it alive and have rebuilt our lives.

Diane Merrell says:
February 10, 2012

I remember that night. We lost our house and everything you couldn’t even tell we had a house there. The tornado wiped our place clean. We didn’t even have a foundation left.The Lord was with us that night. You see we went to church that night and a friend of ours asked my husband and his Dad if they would come help him find his cow before the storm hit because she was expecting. Well we went to the house for my husband to change and drop my sister and me off.  I had a strong presence not to stay there to go with my husband,he informed me they didn’t invite us over and we didn’t need to go. Well I just got real upset and told my husband we were going. Then the phone rang my sisterinlaw and her 2 kids wanted to come to our house because the weather was going to get bad. I told her to come on over that she could go with us to our friends house, my husbands croaking by this time saying Diane they didn’t invite yaw over you can’t just invite everyone over there. Well needless to say she went with us. But that’s not all before we left his, Mom called pawpaw was going to drop her off at our house while he went to help them find the cow. Well what did I do, I told her just to come on over there that’s where we all was going.Yes my husband was still croaking. But you see if we’d of stayed at our house there would of been seven people dead that night counting my son I was carrying because we didn’t even have a foundation left, if people didn’t know we had a house there you wouldn’t of known because the tornado wiped it clean. Oh yea my husband informed me that night he would never tell me I couldn’t do anything again.We also had a canceled check returned to us that fell in a men’s yard in the army base in Anniston, Al. At the time this happened we lived in Wilsonville,Al.


Lori says:

This event is what caused me to become drawn to and frightened (not any longer) of weather. I lived in the Grove Park area of Childersburg, my Daddy worked at the paper mill; it was called Kimberly Clark then. We had various friends and family members all over the Childersburg area. I’d just graduated from Kindergarten (6 yrs old) that weekend. We went to church that night back then they had night classes called Training Union. There were just a couple of us in the class, myself and a boy named Chad. It had been windy all day, we had a lot of pine trees and I remember watching them blowing back and forth in the wind.
As the evening wore on, there was some lightning with more wind, I remember at one point the screen door I was watching the lightning through, was pulled open by the wind. I’m not sure if that’s what eluded my Daddy into realizing “a storm was coming”, my family ran into my parent’s bedroom (which was NOT a windowless interior room of our house) and they started opening the windows. Daddy had a little radio listening to one of the Birmingham stations. He told us, “When I tell y’all to hit the floor, I want you to hit the floor!” All of the sudden the wind picked up and Daddy said; “Hit the floor!” Mama grabbed my baby brother to pull him over the bed towards her and all of the sudden the slats come off the bed and the whole bed “hit the floor!” Daddy picked up my little brother and made sure Mama was okay, he got so tickled laughing that I don’t think we took cover after that we just stood there laughing (not safe but neither was anything else we did that night)
The weather settled down then we heard a knock at the door, it was my Daddy’s brother and my Aunt. They were on 280 (they’d been to Birmingham) near the Coosa River Bridge in Childersburg, the tornado picked up their car and by the time it landed into a ditch, it was facing back towards Birmingham. My Aunt was 7 months pregnant, they were both very shaken up and pretty muddy but okay.
A few of our neighbors had gone to a storm cellar near the Coosa River, one of them watched as the tornado went into the Coosa River and split into two tornadoes, they were in the direct path of the tornado, had they stayed home, they would have been like us and just had a few branches fall on their house.
The next day, I went with Daddy to look at the damage; the tornado traveled up plant road but missed Kimberly Clark. Remember my friend Chad from church? He lived in the Pinecrest area of Childersburg, his Daddy heard the storm coming, his Daddy grabbed his baby sister’s crib mattress and they all went down to the basement, with the baby on bottom, then Chad, his Mama and his Daddy covering them. They lost most of the house except for the basement. Chad’s Daddy’s back was hurt from falling debris but they were alive!!
I remember a service station that was in the Y near the Coosa River bridge was destroyed except for the toilet still in place.
Many pines that were planted by the Paper Mill were destroyed as well as houses along the path near Harpersville and into parts of Childersburg.
It was a night that stayed with me and helped me become the weather geek that I am today!!


Lisa says:

I was 9 years old and lived in Wilsonville. Wilsonville is never mentioned with this storm. There was a woman that lived in a mobile home across the road from our family home who was killed that evening. The mobile home was destroyed. Also, we had family members that lived in two homes that were destroyed. They actually saw the storm approaching and they all took cover in the main hallway of one of the homes. Only one person was able to walk away. I remember him coming to our home to get my father to help him find the others (9 people). My father said he was shocked when he went to help because the house was gone. The storm had moved the home. I remember thinking that it looked like it had lifted the entire house and then just dropped it in a different location.
I will never forget the experience and I have a great respect for mother nature

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One Response to “In the Tempest, Greensboro to Alpine”

  1. Gary Corsair said

    Do any of you gentlemen remember Paul Mott, who worked for the National Weather Service’s Birmingham Office? He was also on loan to Auburn University for a few years. If you remember Paul, I’d love to talk to you. Sincerely, Gary Corsair, Senior Writer, The Villages Daily Sun newspaper gary.corsair@thevillagesmedia.com

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