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‘We saw our small barn blow down’
By Dorothy Evans Fuller
Published July 27, 2003
In July 1943, our family lived on the corner of Ninth Street and 15th Avenue North in Texas City. I was 6 years old, and what I can remember about the hurricane, known as the ’43 storm, is very vivid.
The clouds coming from the Gulf were very dark and the only way we knew there was a hurricane coming was because my dad and my brother-in-law both worked at the tin smelter and they were sent home from work early.
We stayed at home until we saw our small barn blow down and the garage badly damaged.
At that point, my dad decided we should go to city hall, on the corner of Sixth Street and Fifth Avenue North.
Our family car wouldn’t start, and my oldest brother, who was in the Army, had left his car at our house and thankfully it started.
Driving down Ninth Street, the tin off of the ice plant on 11th Avenue came blowing across and almost hit us. There were a lot of people already in the city hall, and we joined them.
My youngest brother stood in a protected area by the front door and watched the top floor of Lucas’ Cafe blow down and a little store across the street from city hall was damaged.
The men went over there and got milk and crackers for the children. Our home received water damage from the rain blowing under the shingles, but we were all unharmed.
Dorothy Evans Fuller Texas City
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