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.
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.