Talking to my cousins and hearing some of the other stories of people who made it through the southern California wild fires reminded me of my own experience with a natural disaster. I thought it would be interesting to hear some of the other Chewer stories of survival, regardless of the level of the threat to your well being. Those of us on the west coast probably don't really know what it's like to experience a hurricane, tornado or blizzard, and vice versa for earthquakes, etc.
For me personally, I have lived in the LA area my entire life, and I was in my senior year of high school back in 1994 when the Northridge earthquake struck. My family lived in Simi Valley and I remember literally being tossed out of my bed by the force of the quake and then having my boom box fly off one of my shelves and smash me on the top of my head. My mother came running out of her bedroom because my little sisters were screaming, and ran directly into the side of her bedroom door. The noise was unbelievable, and it felt like it was going on forever. Fortunately, since my grandfather (a carpenter by trade) had recently done a bunch of work on our house, which ended up strengthening it, we suffered very little serious damage when compared to most of our neighbors.
On the positive side, my high school suffered major damage (9 of 13 buildings were condemned and our brand new football bleachers were destroyed), so school was closed for two weeks and finals, which were scheduled to start the next day, were canceled. We ended up going to school in trailers for my final semester, with juniors and seniors only having class from 8a-12p and freshman and sophomores from 12p-4p.
I'm sure there are plenty of other good stories out there, which may only be good for a bit of entertaining reading, but may also provide insight on what to do (or not do) if you were ever in that same situation.
For me personally, I have lived in the LA area my entire life, and I was in my senior year of high school back in 1994 when the Northridge earthquake struck. My family lived in Simi Valley and I remember literally being tossed out of my bed by the force of the quake and then having my boom box fly off one of my shelves and smash me on the top of my head. My mother came running out of her bedroom because my little sisters were screaming, and ran directly into the side of her bedroom door. The noise was unbelievable, and it felt like it was going on forever. Fortunately, since my grandfather (a carpenter by trade) had recently done a bunch of work on our house, which ended up strengthening it, we suffered very little serious damage when compared to most of our neighbors.
On the positive side, my high school suffered major damage (9 of 13 buildings were condemned and our brand new football bleachers were destroyed), so school was closed for two weeks and finals, which were scheduled to start the next day, were canceled. We ended up going to school in trailers for my final semester, with juniors and seniors only having class from 8a-12p and freshman and sophomores from 12p-4p.
I'm sure there are plenty of other good stories out there, which may only be good for a bit of entertaining reading, but may also provide insight on what to do (or not do) if you were ever in that same situation.




