How well I remember - on returning from a car trip to Maine, it began to rain, and it kept raining. When it was over, we couldn't get to Winsted from our home in Winchester, so we had to walk. My mother, dad and my sisters and I walked for what seemed forever. Dad was a member of Civil Defense, so we had to go to the old Pavilion at Highland Lake to get our shots. He spent a lot of time away from home because he was busy helping people.
The water in the pond at Camp Delaware had washed out the road, and we walked past a car that was tipped over on its side by the camp.
We joined the line of people at Highland Lake and got our shots, and then walked downtown. There was a walkway constructed across the Mad River because the bridge was too dangerous to go across.
I remember standing on the steps of the Methodist Church and looking at down at what used to be Main Street - all the buildings that lined the Mad River were gone, or in such condition, you wouldn't recognize them as buildings - just piles of rubble. There was still a lot of water roaring down the Mad River, and I remember being frightened by the noise. It was so loud!!
And yet, is my innocent 4-year-old mind, I wondered if it was OK to go swimming.
When we got back home, I was so tired, and the shot gave me a fever, so I was put to bed.
Over the next several days or weeks, we bought food from a traveling car with fruits and vegetables - a wood-sided station wagon.
It brings back a lot of memories of just how difficult life really can be when you don't have the grocery store available.Copyright © 2015, CT Now