Waiting for Ike

Having a very peaceful day waiting for Hurricane Ike to pay a call. We are to get masses of rain and lots of wind. Right now it feels like the inside of a wet sock so I for one will be glad to see the back of Ike. It has brought back memories of the time we had a real hurricane.
In 1954 I think it was. We had just moved to our new home in Scarborough from London. We still had no phone. I remember my Dad driving us to the pay phone up the road. It was raining very hard. My Mum called my Gran who lived a few miles north of us to warn them I guess about the coming storm. I don't know for sure but my Dad was always keen on letting you know when trouble might be coming your way. We then went home and listened to the wind roar all night. The next day we went out to see what the world looked like after Hazel and there was Ma's telephone booth off it's moorings and yards down the road on it's side. My sister and I were electrified! Mummy might have blown away!!! We were little don't forget. Had we been ten years older we would have seen it as a lost opportunity. Teenagers....aaaargh. The sad part came later when I read in the papers how so many people drowned. Many in the Humber River and lots in the Holland Marsh. Those poor souls had resettled in Canada after the terrible floods in Holland in 1953. Little did they know the Marsh was even deadlier than home.
I think I will pack it in now. The thought of Ike is beginning to get me rattled. Time to get out the paper and pencils and settle down to something soothing.
"Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt ah'll go
All the lassies shout hullo
Donald! weer's yer troosers? "