Both of us are too young to remember the '38 hurricane that roared up the east coast and flooded Providence. My mother used to regale me with her stories. She walked up the front walk, coming home early from work - and 5 minutes after she got in the house, one of the huge oak trees fell right over the front walk. I still have the book put out by the Providence Journal, with pictures of the damage from that storm.
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