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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Above are four of my children. I was babysitting the boy in black slacks. This photo was taken in December just before their Sunday School program.
A few months before this photo was taken, we had experienced the Columbus Day Storm of 1962, otherwise known as the Big Blow. It was an extratropical wave cyclone that ranked among the most intense to strike the United States Pacific Northwest since at least 1948, and likely since January 9, 1880.
In Bellingham, winds reached 98 MPH (158 km/h.

On this particular day, my oldest daughter was in school and the four younger children were running to the couch under the large plate glass window in front of the house to the side window to watch the road grader at work as he went up and down the road. Children used to be so easily entertained.

As I worked in the kitchen I heard the wind howl and saw the trees bend in submission. The rose bush slapped against the window, thorns scratching relentlesly. I heard the children's little shoes tappety-tapping as they ran from window to window. Their squeals of delight made me smile as I took a pan of oatmeal cookies from the oven.

Suddenly there was a loud 'bang' like an explosion. I thought the grader had thrown a rock at the house and ran to the livingroom to check on the children.

They were standing between the side window and the couch under the large plate glass window with astonished expresions on their sweet little faces.

A gust of wind had broken the large window and blown it onto the couch where the children would have been in just one more second. Huge shards of glass, some measuring 3 to 4 feet were standing erect on the couch. The window must have been at least 5X8 and about a quarter of an inch thick. It was very heavy. You can imagine what may have happened if the children had been on the couch when the glass fell.

Was it a coincidence that they were just a second away from the couch when the glass fell? NO it was the mighty hand of Almighty God protecting my little ones from disaster.

A new window was installed but I never put the couch under it again and the following spring we moved to a mini farm in the country, to a little house with small windows.

On Columbus Day I celebrate Heavenly Father's love and mercy and the scriptural fact that He commands His angels concerning us.

As for Columbus, I guess all he ever discovered was his belly button. My Native American ancestors got here before him.



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