How Will March Come In ?
My mom taught us that either March will come in like a lion and go out like a lamb OR come in like a lamb and go out like a lion. It really does that if you stop and think about March's weather. Typically Ohio Severe Weather Season starts in April but some of our worse weather has come in March. My dad talked about helping clean up The Radnor Tornado when he was in The Ohio State Highway Patrol.
It is often referred to "The Palm Sunday Tornado Outbreak " which happened in April 11 at night which was the most dangerous time because nobody could see it. Radnor is a small farm town in northern Delaware, County.
As dad told it, he and his partner "Fitz" were on patrol that night. As they drove down the back road, the twister went across the road behind them, bouncing the back end of the cruiser. That story always sends chills down my spine. Of course The "Super Tornado Outbreak" April 3,1974, I remember some. It also was the year my grandma had her massive stroke, rendering her paralyzed and unable to talk for almost two years.
She developed Cancer(more than likely in her breasts first). She slowly turned jaundice as it attacked her liver.
The March night that my grandmother passed away at the hospital, my mother was at her side along with my grandpa. I will never forget it because that night we had wicked weather. There were tornado warnings scrolling across the screen of the television . Dad stayed watching the four us, waiting on a phone call from mom, on how grandma was doing. He would look outside as the rain came down in sheets watching by the lighting flashes for any sign of approaching danger.
Eventually, we all went to bed when the threat of severe weather was over. The next thing I remember, I awoke with the sun coming through the bedroom window and dad telling us that grandma had died. The first day of spring.
It seemed as if the night before the Lord was crying, saddened by what was happening to my grandmother and then smiled with light the next morning that her pain and suffering was over, happy she was home with Him.
I never really got a chance to know my grandma, very few memories are of her walking and talking. I have pictures of her and copies of the 16mm home movies of her that grandpa took. A video copy of her while
she was holding me as a baby the summer after I was born and some of the Christmases that followed are starting to deteriorate in color.
Christmas was just one of her favorite holidays, St Patrick's the other.
I fondly remember getting a St Patrick's Day cards from her every year.
For March of 1976, I can honestly tell you that it went out like a lion. When March rolls around there is always for me a strong sense of great faith in the midst of a sad memory, I know she is close to my heart then. I always look forward to the Easter Holiday that follows celebrating the Resurrection of life and the joy it brings. Its an everlasting hope of life a new!
It is often referred to "The Palm Sunday Tornado Outbreak " which happened in April 11 at night which was the most dangerous time because nobody could see it. Radnor is a small farm town in northern Delaware, County.
As dad told it, he and his partner "Fitz" were on patrol that night. As they drove down the back road, the twister went across the road behind them, bouncing the back end of the cruiser. That story always sends chills down my spine. Of course The "Super Tornado Outbreak" April 3,1974, I remember some. It also was the year my grandma had her massive stroke, rendering her paralyzed and unable to talk for almost two years.
She developed Cancer(more than likely in her breasts first). She slowly turned jaundice as it attacked her liver.
The March night that my grandmother passed away at the hospital, my mother was at her side along with my grandpa. I will never forget it because that night we had wicked weather. There were tornado warnings scrolling across the screen of the television . Dad stayed watching the four us, waiting on a phone call from mom, on how grandma was doing. He would look outside as the rain came down in sheets watching by the lighting flashes for any sign of approaching danger.
Eventually, we all went to bed when the threat of severe weather was over. The next thing I remember, I awoke with the sun coming through the bedroom window and dad telling us that grandma had died. The first day of spring.
It seemed as if the night before the Lord was crying, saddened by what was happening to my grandmother and then smiled with light the next morning that her pain and suffering was over, happy she was home with Him.
I never really got a chance to know my grandma, very few memories are of her walking and talking. I have pictures of her and copies of the 16mm home movies of her that grandpa took. A video copy of her while
she was holding me as a baby the summer after I was born and some of the Christmases that followed are starting to deteriorate in color.
Christmas was just one of her favorite holidays, St Patrick's the other.
I fondly remember getting a St Patrick's Day cards from her every year.
For March of 1976, I can honestly tell you that it went out like a lion. When March rolls around there is always for me a strong sense of great faith in the midst of a sad memory, I know she is close to my heart then. I always look forward to the Easter Holiday that follows celebrating the Resurrection of life and the joy it brings. Its an everlasting hope of life a new!
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