Archive for June, 2009
Taxpayers footing the bill for mayor’s China trip ( Morning Journal)
“GO BEFORE THE PEOPLE WITH YOUR EXAMPLE, AND BE LABORIOUS IN THEIR AFFAIRS “
and remember Confucius he also “say”
HE WHO WILL NOT ECONOMIZE WILL HAVE TO AGONIZE
School levy talks continue: Board of Education agrees issue needs to go on ballot but unsure on amount (Morning Journal)
Because the taxpayer may say
PHOTO “The Waiting Room” -The Family Waiting Room at the Cleveland Clinic taken through frosted glass. View On Black PAUL CSIZMADIA
Yesterday I spent all day in one waiting room or another- tests, outpatient surgery , breathing tests , x-rays and lastly a visit with the Lymphoma Specialist for a follow up to the stem cell transplant. It was a very long day .
Waiting always brings some dialogue with my fellow chair travellers. In one case it was from a woman who was just starting the journey we are hopefully finishing- she was asking questions she obvioulsy felt silly asking the physicians and coordinators- “she wore nighties rather than pajamas would that be a problem” – what were the worst effects- her husband what could he do to help- would he be allowed to bring her things-
I could only tell them our experience – I told them that I was going to do a bit of an article on what we went through from a “passenger’s perspective” .
I was exhausted when I finally got home around 7 last night- I went to bed really early which meant at 3 a.m. I was wide awake, not wanting to get up that early I tried to formulate the post in my brain.
Now admit it we only scan blogs, anything over 400 words leaves us numb. How do I formulate a journey of a life into 400 words – not possible- I could serialize but then this journey which has been front page in my life for the past year and half may take its toll on my emotions as I relive the “days of my life”- so this is the start ….. the next installment will depend on the mood of the conductor.
The above had a word count of 282( sigh)
by Loraine Ritchey and Renee Dore
Last year Renee Dore wrote a guest blog about the Tornado’s 84th Anniversary. This morning as I wake up and drink my coffee at the keyboards-once again hearing the sounds of “my hood”- I know that the reason my lot size is smaller than most here at 33 foot instead of 66 was that the house that originally sat on this lot was destroyed in the tornado and I was told a man killed ( I have never been able to verify the death) . However , when it came to rebuilding in 1926 a mother and daughter rebuilt – two homes instead of one was allowed on the 66 ft lot – my mock Tudor- and the mock Cape Code next door.
Although different materials were used outside, they are pretty much identical inside with the gum wood leaded windows and layout-
My Tudor is larger and has the large balcony etc. but the closeness of family ( literally in the case of these two houses) and the need to “carry on in Lorain” no matter the devastation has permanent reminder everytime I look around this “old house”.
I have reprised Renee’s post below and you can also read more in today’s Morning Journal article by Scot Allyn
I am sure when the people woke up on June 28, 1924, they had plans for a typical summer day in June- shopping, swimming at Lakeview Park or Glen’s Beach, picnics and family gatherings, organ and choir rehearsals at church for Sunday services, going downtown to the theater to watch a Saturday afternoon show.
Unlike today,they had no weather channel to click on or TV or radio to check the day’s forcast. They just knew it was a perfect, warm summer day just right for summertime activities. Little did these people know what nature had in store for them and their beautiful city.
The sunny day turned to on and off rains for a few hours that fateful day until the skies began to darken to an ominous color and the rains became intense. Many hurried home or sought shelter. Some inside the theaters were oblivious to what was about to happen. Then it came-the horrendous “monster” blew in at 5:14-the monster known as the !924 Lorain Tornado.
As written in the Official Souvenir and Memorial Book,1924:
“In those merciless five minutes the work of a half hundred years was torn to earth; seventy human lives were snuffed out; and twelve hundred persons were injured, some of them nver to recover.”
The people who witnessed the storm, endured the living conditions afterwards , and spent countless hours repairing and rebuilding the city of Lorain were most likely those of the nationalities that are recognized and celebrated this weekend at the International Festival.
There is a Historical Marker across the street near the entrance to the festival site. It is the Historic Marker for the Lorain Tornado. So perhaps today people going to the festival might want to stop and take a look at the Marker and take a moment to remember those who helped to rebuild their lives and this city after that horrendous Saturday in 1924.
The buildings on Broadway and many of the churches that we see everyday were either altered or rebuilt after the tornado- there is one building on Broadway the has “Tornado” on the front facade. There are many online websites to learn more about the tornado by searching “1924 Tornado” and Historic Marker for Lorain Tornado” and there is information at the Moore House at 5th and Reid and at the Lorain Public Library. A video was produced a few years ago about the tornado also.
The sun is up and is trying its best to make its presence felt through the bamboo blinds that cover the den window. The leaves of green are touched with silver as they reflect the kiss of light back to the sky.
The only sounds are those of the song birds, a mourning dove calls to a mate, a cardinal wakes the squirrels from their nest. A robin preens and splashes in the fountain, changing for just a moment the music of the water as it cascades to meet the waiting goldfish skimming the top of the pond for left over may flies.
A dragon fly hovers waiting – for what- I am not sure. I breakfast on the blackberries , juicy and sweet – A black bird noisly objects as he waits his turn at succulence.
A gentle breeze stirs the willow fronds into life…somewhere east of us a siren is heard breaking the sounds of peace- the sound lessens and finally is no more- and birdsong and the splash of water once again take center stage in my hood.