After coastal waters stretched into our homes, our lives, our histories, days stretched into weeks. Mourning washed over us in hot waves of stillness, silence, and salt.
The twenty-six years since could have been twenty-four hours. Flooded memories know nothing of time.
Image credit: Post & Courier, 9/23/1989, File/Wade Spees/Staff
9 thoughts on “Hugo, 1989”
So glad to see you back on the grid, Genna! I wasn’t in Charleston for Hugo. I can’t even imagine the feeling after that kind of destruction. Thanks for joining us! I really enjoyed your entry :)
It’s been way too long!! I’ve missed you guys!!
I actually wasn’t in Charleston during Hugo either, but I read so many pieces on the experience this week, and they inspired this post.
Hope to be a regular contributor to the grid again!! :)
It was perfect for the ultimate question this week! Hope to see you in the weeks to come! Good luck in the challenge :)
I looked Hugo up. Cannot image what it must have felt when it hit hard and fast them at midnight
Evocative writing. Nicely done. *smile*
I lived in central Pennsylvania at the time, and we got the “leftovers” of Hugo… even up there it packed a punch.
Natural calamities wreck not only properties but emotions too.
A very poignant writing.
Evocative and beautiful telling of a sad and moving story. Really loved it. Glad you are back.