Imprinted Forever
by the 1964 Earthquake

by Kathy Correll Clark
(Hartselle, Alabama )


I was 11 years old when the earthquake impacted my life.

We lived in what my mom liked to call the cesspool, an apartment at 13th & Cordova.

I was with our babysitter when the room started shaking, and it shook for a long time.

Things started to fall over, items fell out of the cupboards, and the babysitter and I held on to the wall and laughed. It was not a normal laugh, but a hysterical laugh birthed from fear. We were frozen in place, unable to utter a word, and we had no idea of what to do.

It felt like we were on some kind of rug that was being shaken for all it was worth.

Finally, it stopped, and we were left to wonder what had happened, and if anyone had survived.

My mother was working at a liquor store on 4th Avenue, down by the Captain Cook Hotel when it struck. She said she ended up out in the street with both hands clenched full of cash, not knowing how she got there. Mom said it seemed to go on forever, she even heard the boiler blow up at the Northern Commercial building.

Mom went back in the store to find all the booze bottles broken all over the floor. Then, after locking up the store, she headed home to see if we were OK.

My brother Jim was in the JC Penney building when it hit. He was 13 at the time.

He said it was awfully dark in the building until the front of the building fell off. My brother ran out into the street, knocking a lady out of the way of a big concrete slab that was falling off the building.

It took quite a while to find out how everybody was because the phone was down, but fortunately, we had all survived.

We were truly amazed by all the damage we saw everywhere.

The streets in front of where we lived were cracked and up-heaved. And when we saw downtown, we could not believe our eyes.

It was days before we got our heat and electricity back on, and we were given C-rations by the military to help with food shortages.

Wow, so many astonishing impressions for a kid to take in.

To this day, when the earth shakes, I feel fear rearing its ugly head. I live in Alabama now, so we seldom feel the earth move, but even when it does ever, so slightly, I am brought back to that day that will be forever imprinted in my mind.




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by: Anonymous

I had jury duty after the earthquake...

During the many long days we jurors sat waiting to be called, the game of the day was earthquake stories.

My favorite was a guy who had been working on Government Hill and was in a toilet stall when the quake hit, leaving him trapped and calling for help.

I remember my husband behind me holding our baby telling me to jump down the stairs because the fire extinguisher had fallen off the wall and was bouncing around the stairs as the steps moved wildly back and forth.

When I hesitated he finally pushed me and I went flying.

We got out to sit in our car as we watched the treetops hit the ground and move to hit the ground in another direction. We were so stunned we couldn't speak.

His best friend lived in the Mt McKinley building, when he and his wife finally got out he grabbed a telephone pole to hang on to, and refused to ever go back to their apartment. He quit his job, moved to Arkansas and wrote us he never went above a first floor.

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