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‘They jumped into our porch’
By Frances Homrighaus
Published July 27, 2003
I lived on the northeast corner of 18th Street and Avenue M1?2 with my parents, Arthie and Martine Henry, and my 6-month-old son, Henry Homrighaus Jr. My husband, Henry, was in the South Pacific with the Navy.
As it was during the war, we had no advance notice of this hurricane and were unprepared for it.
It seemed that it rained for two days and the wind was 100 mph or more. A woman could not walk alone in this wind.
The house next door to ours was a garage apartment with a lot of plumbing supplies stored upstairs. The house collapsed, and all these parts came crashing down.
The father and the son were in the house and as the house ripped apart, they jumped into our porch and sought shelter with us.
This type of incident was common throughout the city. We had to finally abandon our house as the attic window had been left open and everything in the house was waterlogged.
Also, we had no drinking water for several days and had to boil water to drink it.
Along with wartime rationing and restrictions on light illumination, this storm was really an added hardship to live with.
Frances Homrighaus Galveston
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