I was 15 and worked in the tobacco fields in the Windsor area. I had to walk from my house on Rugg Brook Road every morning to the intersection of our road and Route 44 to catch a bus which took me to the work area in Windsor.

The morning after the flood I walked the mile walk to the intersection of of Rugg Brook and Route 44. I could see that the bridge had washed away, and the highway (Route 44) was all torn up.

I walked back home and told everyone that something disastrous had happened. I believe we were without power. I lived in the country things; were a little different. We had a well which was in the basement of our house, so we could get water when we needed it.

Later that day, I remember walking from my house to Winsted via Route 163 (the Winchester Road), which we called "the back way."

I took my little Brownie Hawkeye camera and photographed the Lake Street area ... walked over the Lake Street mess to Prospect Street. I photographed the torn up Main Street from the old train tracks area.

I was amazed by what happened in just 24 hours.