Showing posts with label Disasters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disasters. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2012

Volcano... 1980

There are very few Historical Events that you can remember Where You Were When It Happened.

For me they were:

1.  John F Kennedy's assassination
2.  The eruption of Mount St Helen's*
3.  The great Earthquake in San Francisco*
4.  Princess Diana dying in a car crash
5.  9/11*

Three out of these five instances,* I just happened to be at work in a hospital. 

Three different hospitals.

Two different countries.

Today is the 32nd anniversary of Mount St Helen's eruption.

Photo Credit: Jim Nieland, US Forest service
1980 before the eruption

Photo Credit: Lyn Topinka, US Geological Survey
1982 post eruption

I remember how smoky the sky was - the red sun and the haze over the valley.   At first I didn't know what was going on....then someone mentioned that they had heard the radio announcement that people with respiratory illnesses should stay indoors because of the eruption of a volcano in Washington, just over the border. 

By the end of the day, a fine coating of ash settled all over everything.

Living  more directly in the path of the plume of ash, my husband has a much more interesting story.

My husband said that there were ashes settling like snow all over their cars and in the streets one hour after the eruption at approximately 8:30 am.  By 3 in the afternoon the sky was dark.  Thunder boomed in the dark - and sometimes the only light was from the streetlights and the lightning.

Photo Credit: Herb Hackenburg, THG file photo
Ash fallout from Mt St Helen's

People had to shovel off their roofs because of the heavy load all the ash created.   Heavy equipment was sent into the street and plowed the ash to the center of the road then loaded onto dump trucks.  It took 10 weeks to complete the cleanup of the 20 thousand tons of ash from the streets and the tops of houses.

The airport was closed for seven days.

Credit: NOAA's Air Resources library.
The path of the Ash from Mt St Helen's in 1980



Paths traveled over North America by 18 May 1980 Mt. St. Helen's ash at 3, 9, 16, and 18 km altitudes. Tick marks along each line show position of ash cloud front at that altitude every 24 hours, at noon GMT (0550 local time at Mt. St. Helen's). The date at each tick mark is indicated. For clarity, the 18 km path is shown as a dashed line. The 21 May cloud from at 9 km altitude is just off the map to the E. Data provided by NOAA's Air Resources Laboratory.



Were you were affected by the volcano??  Certainly the path of the ash followed a wide swath of countryside across the nation.

The only  visible remains from the volcano in my husband's home town is the lush green parks from the fertilizer the ash provided.

If you have the time, click on the link  just above the photo of the mountain.  It's a great pictorial of the history of that time.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Blankety-blank-blank

Now, if you are like me, you might have some difficulty in picking out the correct invitations, or finding the right words for an apology or airing of grievance ....or just give feedback on a situation at work.

Well, ok. Strike that

I usually am quite capable of putting my point across.

But -  here's the thing.

Sometimes you just can't be bothered to go to all that trouble and you just want a quick and easy fill-in-the-blanks type form.

Well - here's the site for you.

Check it out.

Fill out a form or two.

If nothing else, it will make you feel good to get what you want to really say off your chest.

Go on.

You want to.

It's good for your blood pressure!

The form I should have sent to that Facebook ex-friend that I
deleted yesterday.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Joplin, MO - or: How my Nephew spent his July 4th w/e

He could have gone to watch fireworks in a multitude of places.

He could have gone with his friends and celebrated with mucho food and libations.

What he chose to do, as an incredibly responsible citizen (USA and Canada) was to volunteer for cleanup in nearby Joplin Missouri - where there is still plenty of work to be done.

Here are some of his photos of how Joplin looks today:

Can you picture your living room arranged like this?


...or your backyard like this?  for months on end?


..how about the inside of your house, which looks more like the outside....


...your local hospital.....




your bathroom......


...your neighborhood......


he just happened to find a bible lying in the debris, serendipitously opened at Revelations 22....


As we go about our daily lives and as other tragedies come forth in the news, it's easy to forget about what is still going on in Joplin....and probably will be for years to come.

If people would get just as enthused about cleaning up this tragedy as they are about obsessing over a certain courtroom outcome, perhaps a successful cleanup might happen.



Tuesday, February 22, 2011

You have to Read this Story: earthquake

I had told my story a few blog entries ago, of when I was living in the East Bay San Francisco Area when the 1989 "Big One" happened.

By now, I am sure everyone has heard of the more recent 6.3 earthquake in the South Island of New Zealand - Christchurch specifically.

I have several friends on the North Island of New Zealand... approximately 600kms away from where the south island was hit yesterday (well, today by their time).

Read the heart wrenching story first-hand story written by a journalist - and mother - when she realized what happened and realized she didn't know where her children were....

 "The Day the Earth Roared". 

The story really makes one think of what one's priorities really are.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

DISASTER - DISASTER - DISASTER

Funny that when I moved to California (East Bay to be exact) - I would experience 3 seperate disasters.  Everything comes in THREES.  But I had no idea that meant absolutely EVERYTHING.

I have just reposted my old entries from June 2, June 15 and June 16 which I retell the stories of the 3 Natural Disasters I lived through while living in "The Golden State".  Not so golden for me.   But ONE thing it did for me was give me the training for Labor and Delivery..... and for that I am very thankful.

If you would like to re-read these revamped, relaundered and renewed posts.....or if you have never read them before - WELCOME - just follow these three links:

CALIFORNIA FREEZING

THE FIRESTORM

THE BIG ONE: EARTHQUAKE!



By the way. I am STILL accepting  names for the FREE BOOK.  Let me know if you would like this book to give to someone!!!  (yes I can have it sent to you  so you can gift it to whomever you wish!)
Last chance is September 30.  Just click on the book in the RIGHT COLUMN.

Thanks for stopping by! :)

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Firestorm and L&D

Are you bored with what you are doing? Is your job getting slightly stale? Your options as an RN are endless. Don't ever let the fear of change prevent you from going elsewhere or making a switch in your career. After all, life is an adventure!

I was living in California, working on a Med/Surg floor when a posting went up inviting any internal applicants for the new Labor and Delivery nursing course offered by the hospital. To this day, I have no clue why I applied. L&D was never something I wanted to do - and was in fact, absolutely the LAST place I wanted to work.

Maybe I wanted a change. Maybe I wanted to learn something new. *Maybe* I just wanted to remove myself from the unit where I kept bumping into the cute Pharmacy Tech that was now courting another nurse. (by the way - that nurse also ended up taking the L&D course - but - the tech turned out to be an alcoholic so - narrow escape!) Whatever it was that compelled me to sign up.......I am so thankful I did. Truly, it turned out to be the one area of nursing that I really enjoyed, if I was to enjoy nursing at all.

I was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of the most wonderful preceptor. She was a little intimidating at first - she had that abrupt/stern style - but Matilda really knew her stuff, and I appreciated that. A very serious type nurse - closer to retirement age - Matilda had more energy than most nurses 40 years her junior. I really don't know how she did it.

Mentoring was definitely her forte.When I found out I was assigned to her, some of the other nurses offered their condolences. She was one of a kind, but I wouldn't have traded places with any of the others. I looked at it from the point of view that - no matter her style - I was going to learn something. I suppose if I weren't so eager to learn, it might have been quite a different experience. But, she recognized that I was enthusiastic, saw that I worked with the same zeal she had, and as a result - took me under her wing.

I also was lucky in that the nurses on that particular L&D were a great bunch. They were fun, easy to get to know and a wonderful cohesive group to work with. They were accepting of anyone new, and went out of their way to make all of us feel part of the team. I really can't think of anyone that didn't get along or didn't have the other's back. There were no dayshift/nightshift drama. Initially, the plan was to make California my home for only a year, but due to the switch in specialties, I ended up staying almost five, simply because of the choice in the direction of my career.


Such was the setting when the next disaster hit the Bay Area.

Two years after the
earthquake - almost to the day - the Oakland-Berkley fire struck. Last year's remnants of the Great Freeze contributed to the fuel for the fire. One of our own nurses barely escaped with her life. Stacy's apartment building was one of the first to go. The firestorm,  hot enough to boil asphalt on the freeway, jumped all barriers. The meandering switchback streets in the hills over the Caldecott tunnel proved to be a death trap for those in the hundreds of vehicles trying to make their escape, lines of cars single-filing slowly down the hillside on narrow roads, fires quickly engulfing them. People ran for their lives, abandoning vehicles which blocked the passage of emergency vehicles attempting to get up to the fire.

In the first hour, every 11 seconds a house would ignite.

If it hadn't been for the basket of dirty laundry my co-worker had put into her car after her night shift, she would not have saved any personal items. Stacy's boyfriend had secreted her engagement ring in their fireproof safe. The proposal was to be a surprise the following week. The fire, estimated at 2000 degrees F, vaporized the safe and everything in it. Lucky for them, they had just bought insurance on everything the day before. My co-worker only found out about the ring and planned proposal when her boyfriend had to admit to it's existence on the insurance claim form.

She was luckier than some. Twenty five people perished in the fire, mostly in the
traffic jams slowly snaking down from the hillside while making their escape. One hundred and fifty people were injured. Three thousand three hundred and fifty four structures burned to the ground including several apartment buildings.

If the "Diablo"winds hadn't died down when they did, the fire would have been much worse. As it was, it only covered a couple square miles. From my house, one could see the blood red sun through the billowing smoke which created a haze in the darkening sky. We all feared the fire was minutes from jumping over the hill to our community.

I remember driving through those streets several weeks later. It looked like a war zone....as if a bomb had dropped - vaguely akin to the photos of Hiroshima. Burned out abandoned cars littered the streets right where people left them as the  firestorm closed in faster than they could escape. You could see occasional wisps of smoke circling up out of the piles of debris. Skeletal remains of blackened trees covered the hillsides. Grey ash blanketed the whole area. I couldn't even recognize the street to find what used to be my friend's place. A lonely Red Cross worker tried to give me a cup of coffee. There was no one left in the area to serve. 30% of the burned out houses were never rebuilt.

By this time I was thinking that the East Bay San Francisco might not be a great place to live, as far as natural disasters go.

The four years on the L&D unit in California was the longest I had stayed anywhere in any specialty area. Another two years later I had a job offer in a hospital in Canada, and I sold my house, packed up my things and headed north.

Time to go home.

1 comments:
Crazed Mom said...
I remember that fire. My older bro was living in Oakland at the time. I think my oldest was still an infant so we were living in the OC. My last year in California.

I do not miss the Santa Ana winds at all. Or the fires, or the heat, or the earthquakes.......

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

California Freezing....

Road to Reno!
"Weather chat" is an important component of the Canadian vocabulary.

If you have ever met a Canadian, the premier subject of discourse is always *The Weather*. You will notice most conversations will begin with that All Consuming Topic.

Being from a Northern population where the Extremes of weather is a way of life, be it the snow and cold of Winter, the fragrant essence and color of Fall, the welcome warmth and fun of Summer or the fragrant flowery promise of Spring - Weather is always paramount in everyone's thoughts - probably because of the effect it has on our lives and how it guides what we do. It is part of our Identity as a nation.


I noticed that the South African FIFA games are being threatened with the
possibility of snow and this took me back to my time in California. Have I said before that the worst snowstorm I have ever driven in (and this includes Canadian snowstorms) was in Northern California on the I-5 on my way home to Canada? Oh ya, I did...but for those who don't want to read back..... By the time I hit Weed,CA - the snow was up to the window of my little Mercedes convertible. I turned around and went back.

Well.

Between the
Big Earthquake of 1989 and the Oakland/Berkeley Fire of 1991 was the Big Freeze of 1990. The temperature plummeted to sub-zero temperatures for two weeks.....and to me, being a good Northern gal, I could see what needed to be done.

While shopping for real estate, I had noticed a major "problem" with a lot of the houses and buildings in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was shocked to find the house I bought had absolutely no insulation. I suppose people weren't as conservation-minded when the structure was built in 1955.


At that time, everyone figured electricity and heat sources were expendable. Never mind THAT was bad enough, it was the norm to see all kinds of exposed pipes and plumbing of water sources running above ground beside houses and on rooftops of large buildings.

The first thing I did when I bought my new house was insulate the attic and wrap all outdoor exposed pipes. My friends laughed at me as I meticulously enveloped every single outdoor pipe in styrofoam tubes and covered every faucet on the side of my house. "But this is California" they tried to reassure me and talk me out of the necessity for such actions - but Canadian winter experiences guided my strong resistance to conform.

That winter the Big Freeze descended on East Bay San Francisco. All the Oleanders in the divide of the 680 froze and died. Expanses of vinyards froze - decimating the following year's crops. Eighty-five percent of the California Navel Orange crop was destroyed.

Even worse, everyone's pipes were freezing.

I advised my colleagues at work to keep their taps running slightly to avoid this, but sadly to say they refused to follow direction, arguing that this would be wasteful of water as California was in it's fifth year of a severe drought.


As a result, even more water was lost when pipes started bursting with the freeze. Water poured into buildings from the pipes on rooftops as daytime temperatures thawed slightly. Thousands of outside taps and exposed pipes spewed gallons of the precious water before they could be repaired. Contents of buildings were flooded.

Overwhelmed plumbers couldn't keep up with the repairs and damaging water flowed freely. People had to live without water because of the delay of pipe replacement. To make matters worse, no one seemed to learn - no sooner were pipes replaced, but they froze again - with the same devastating results.

My Canadian sensibility spared my pipes, I am glad to say.

Unfortunately, the Big Freeze was to play an even more devastating part in another Horrible Disaster.....to come.......

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