September 6
The next day the deadly hurricane of 1938 hit the R.I. coast. All the phone lines
were down so dad drove to Tiverton to find the bridge to Portsmouth gone. He rented a boat. On
Papa’s road all the houses were crushed or gone, except one. Papa had boarded up
the windows and he, his blind wife and daughter rode out the vicious storm safely.
What had urged for my grandfather to return home? He didn’t
ever try to explain it.
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