Tornado - Our Memories
In less than 30 seconds early on February 2nd, 2007 shortly after 3 AM in the Village of Mallory Square and some surrounding Villages,  life for some of us took on an entirely different meaning.  Maybe the underlying meaning had been there all along but it wasn't so sharply focused. But now it is . . .  To me the real story of that instant and the hours following isn't about the devastation and the homes lost -  although I definitely do not want to make lightly of those loses - they were horrendous and we are all hurt by them.  They are real and they are painful!

But the wonderful story  . . .and the one which is creating a puddle of tears in my lap as I write this . . .was the telling of miracle after miracle of lives saved. Of one lady who didn't go to the logical safe place in the house and later the roof of that "safer" place collapsed, of spouses dragging their spouse from their beds just in time to miss flying shards of glass. Of one spouse who slept in another room because his wife was ill and a mattress that flipped him upside down on the floor and covered him from flying debris. . . Of people not at home and their bedrooms destroyed. . . On and on the stories go and I know you have lots of them. 

I asked you to send me pictures. I didn't want pictures of the destroyed.  That is too clearly ingrained in our minds.  I wanted to concentrate on the healing and the funny and the brave and the heroes.

I printed pictures of the bizarre, the heroes and the caring. 

A hero in my eyes is my neighbor who called and woke his brother, who lives in another Village, at 3:30 in the morning and sent him to the stores to buy tarps and plastic sheets and duct tape  - and then the two of them proceeded to secure windows and roofs for neighbors up and down our whole street. 

I'll never forget the caring and concern shown by neighbors who walked blocks in the dark to check if their neighbors were okay and neighbors who cooked lasagna for the whole neighborhood just because they had gas and the rest of us didn't! 

Mallory did heal ourselves! But we had lots of help.

 

And here is what you sent . . .

 

The "Flying Golf Cart"  (In explanation - Don painted his garage floor on February 1st and parked his cart outside the night the tornado came - the tornado lifted his cart up and over his villa right onto the golf course - this is Don's email. . .)

I believe JC is the first we should thank, second would be our fellow neighbors, & then a BIG BIG Thank You to Carter Construction for sending in his men to help out, they would not accept any money for the work they did, only water & a thank you. God Bless to All...Don (Captain of the flying Yamaha Golf Cart) I believe the cart actually runs better now. Almost forgot the beef stew, Great job "Red Cross"

Don

 

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And from Ken K.

You've heard about how "pristine"  our community is . . . you see, in The Villages we are somewhat different.  The common people use rakes, shovels, and brooms to clean up the debris.  This is the real way to do it.
The Case of the Early Santa Visits to Alexa
I don't have pictures of this but let your imagination run with this one and I'm pretty sure you'll smile . . . Norm hurried his wife into the bathroom of their Alexa Villa as the storm zoomed in and as they huddled in the tiny room listening to the noise of breaking glass and things flying around and hitting the walls, the panic was high.  When the quiet returned and they peeked out of the bathroom, there lying in their bed is a man in a red suit!  Yipes!!  But a second later a sigh of relief - it is a stuffed Santa Claus who some how came flying in through their window!!

And across the street and down a couple of doors, Maureen and David are stunned to find a head in their golf cart inside of their garage.  Fortunately - it too was a Santa Claus head.  So now you all know about the early visits from the man in the red suit that Alexa neighbors experienced!

Special Little Heroine Dog Repaid Kindness Extended!
Wanted to tell you how very lucky and thankful we are for a very special little dog named Zoey that we rescued in September.  She was due to be put down and we said, "No, we want her".  She is a true treasure and very good little dog. 
 
Zoey is now a true heroine because the night of February 2 at 3:10 am she proceeded to jump up on the bed and thinking she had to potty, I got up and took her to the front door but no, she would not go out. So I tried the back door and again, no - she would not go out.  She went back and jumped on the bed which is off limits to her and she would not stop nagging at me.  About that time I heard the roar and woke my husband and we ran into the closet and threw blankets over ourselves  just as glass started to shatter.  WE are fine and we feel very lucky to have this little dog who has repaid us by letting us know we were in danger.
 
Roger & Judi Gossett

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This article reprinted from the Daily Sun

Doggie Hero

THE VILLAGES — Vikki DiMisa remembered being awakened around 3 a.m. Friday by her 9-year-old chocolate lab, Mocha.

Mocha was scared of the thunder and lightning from the passing storm, so DiMisa went into the living room of her Village of Mallory Square home and lay on the couch to keep Mocha company.

Then it went quiet, and DiMisa thought the storm had passed.

But soon, Mocha grabbed her wrist in his mouth and pulled her to the floor, followed by pulling her black lab, Max, on top of her.

“That was the last I saw of (Mocha),” DiMisa said. Shortly after Mocha pulled her to the floor, the tornado hit, destroying her home.

The power of the tornado picked up and threw Vikki onto the ground. The flying debris caused an injury to her hand.  

Her husband, Fred, was thrown from their bed by the tornado, and didn’t know at the time that Vikki had gone to the living room.

“I looked over to where I thought my wife was,” he said. “In the bed where she would have been lying was a piece of metal pipe or something that was impaled into the mattress.

“It was just kind of eerie to see that.”

DiMisa knew she was lucky.

“(Mocha) saved my life twice yesterday,” she said.

The search for Mocha started quickly, first with a thorough check of the house, which Fred said just led them to believe he was sucked out of it when the tornado roared through.

“I’ll be honest with you, this whole thing has been very traumatic for us,” Fred said. “We’ve lost our house, and then to lose a dog.”

Word quickly spread through the neighborhoods that the chocolate lab was missing, said Sheri Evans, Disaster Animal Response Team coordinator for Humane Society SPCA of Sumter County.

“We were asking them about animal issues and everybody kept asking us if we had found Mocha yet,” Evans said.

On Saturday afternoon Vikki stood in the parking lot of Laurel Manor Professional Plaza crying and trembling with anticipation. A determined team had followed every lead they got, eventually taking them, along with Fred, to the Amelia golf course at Mallory Hill Country Club where they found Mocha.

But it wasn’t an easy task trying to catch the scared lab.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been up and down a golf course that much in my life,” Evans said.

As DiMisa stood in her yellow rain jacket with her hand in a brace waiting for Mocha to arrive, she could barely contain herself.

When the pickup trucks arrived, lights flashing, she was bouncing with excitement. “Oh my gosh, he gets lights and everything,” she said as she started to cry harder.

Soon DiMisa was lying on the ground with Mocha. “Thank you so much,” she said, as she continued to hug Mocha. She promised him she wasn’t going anywhere.

The search team, along with other members of the Humane Society SPCA, stood crying and cheering for the happy reunion. “That’s why we do this,” Evans said. “This is exactly why we do this.”

Fred said when they climbed back into the car, Vikki was more optimistic about the situation they are facing. “She said we can get through the rest of it,” he said. “It was like Christmas in February for her, I assure you.”

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Another Doggie HERO!!

Hi from Glenn and Darlene Harbeck of 569 Timmonsville Way and their 7 pound hero Pomeranian dog!!  We are all alive and unhurt thanks to NIKKI!

 

Just seconds before the tornado hit NIKKI was scared so he woke me up and while I was comforting him I thought, "Wow that sounds strange," and bolted out of bed awakening Glenn. We ran to the inside closet and the rest is history.  When looking at our bed on each side was a huge hunk of glass!!

 
We will be moved out of our house on Friday and have a rental in Duval Village...generous strangers we met through our friends.  We will be over in Mallory much of the time while they restore our home. As bad as we were hit and even though we lost 50% inside, we feel we were most fortunate.
 
All our neighbors are reaching out to each other and I have met many other neighbors right here at Comfort Suites.
 
God Bless each and every one. We will be whole again!
 
Glenn and Darlene and NIKKI

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And Rocky Helveston once again came through for his "Mom and Dad" (Joyce and Russ) and alerted them to the impending storm in time to take cover my waking Joyce.  

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We have two Min. Schnauzers.  One of them, we think, was blown out of the house when the living room furniture went through the sliding glass doors.  He came home about 5 hours later, running down the street from God knows where.  Neighbors who knew we had lost him were shouting in the streets, "Here comes a Schnauzer!!! It's a Schnauzer!!! (I'm tearing up just remembering their concern and my relief at having him back.) He was very dirty and scared but fine otherwise. 
 
Claudia Brenneisen

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And the case of the missing parrot - his cage was found destroyed and no parrot and they thought for certain he was gone but upon picking up a piece of wood,  Ta-da!!  The missing parrot alive and well!!

 

 

Cinderella Stories

Blooming With Love

When John and I were married 9 1/2 years ago, a friend gave us a small delicate figurine called "Blooming With Love". It is a couple standing together. The man has his left arm around the woman's back and in his right had he holds a rose on a long delicate stem.  On the day of the tornado this figurine was sitting on my end table along with a heavy brass lamp.  When the tornado hit, it blew in our living room windows, blew over John's heavy leather chair, blew the heavy brass lamp off of his end table onto the floor and blew over the brass lamp on the other end table over into the wall . . . but left the tiny delicate "Blooming With Love" figurine sitting in the exact same spot.  

John and I both feel this is an omen that no matter what happens to us in our lives ahead, we will always remain standing together with our love! We have gone through 3 hurricanes and a lightning strike when we lived in  Davenport, Florida and now a tornado.

Life is as fragile as the long-stemmed rose the man holds in the figurine, but it is as strong as the couple standing together surrounded by God's love and protection as we did the night of the tornado.  With the love and support of family and friends, both old and new here in The Villages, we will live a long and happy life together "Blooming With Love".

John and Meri Beth Weiss

1550 Ward Court

 

 

 

In speaking with Tina Kirby, she told me of a silk flower bouquet which she carried at her wedding to Doug 7 years ago on the 12th of this month.  Fragile and light - it could have ended up anywhere - but Tina found it intact and it only needed a slight shake to be revived.  Another precious symbol of their bond together.

 

 

 

And the love story that absolutely bears repeating is that of Lou and Gail Cozic.  Lou was asleep and Gail in the living room only had time to throw herself over him and tell him what was happening and if they were going to die she wanted them to be together.  They hugged each other so tightly during the seconds the storm flew around them that Lou has bruises all over both of his arms.

 

Maureen Ramsett received word via email from a stranger that one of her Christmas letters arrived in the Ocala National Forest - not via the US Mails but definitely "airmail" via the tornado! 

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Mary who lives in JaneAnn Villas found a sign that reads Rainey Trail in her backyard and in Natalie Villas a sign that read "Wildwood Church" was found.  Nancy Boe found a silver wristwatch in her front yard.  It is broken but she wonders where it came from.  

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Many of us exchanged patio furniture and gas grills in an instant. 

 

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And we haven't lost our "sense of humor" . . .

I received this message from Paul who coordinates our Men's Friday Morning Coffee.  (the tornado struck at 3:15 AM on a Friday morning)

"On Sunday, I went to check on Pat and Bill Price who live on Lynchburg Loop. As I approached their home, I saw Pat and Bill cleaning up the debris. I said, "Hi, and told them that I was glad to see that they were alright." Bill turned to me with a surprised look on his face and said, "Did I miss Men's Coffee on Friday morning."
 
I was relieved to know that Pat and Bill had not lost their sense of humor.
 
Regards,
 
Paul

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And when showing some friends into her demolished home with broken glass covering every surface, Tina Kirby says, "You'll have to excuse me - I haven't had time to dust today".

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Missing a Picture?
 
The day after the tornado we found a 5 x 7 picture of a lovely family in our yard. It was taken in November 1990 of Dennis, Janet, Kimberly and Philip Sullivan.  Please let us know if it's yours.  
 
Diane and Larry Denison 
Denisonthvllgs@aol.com

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Please pass along the importance of a Weather Alert radio.  We've had ours since March and I had just complained to my husband that it was a waste of money - since it had never gone off.  Well, at 3:11 am it sounded.  We took one look at the TV that mentioned 'new construction area of The Villages'.  We went to the closet and were protected from flying glass and debris.  Our bed was covered with glass shards and the sheets and mattress cover all have holes.  We are sure that little $29.95 investment kept us from serious injury!!!!!  Also, our thanks to all of the neighbors who came around with soup, water, coffee, etc.  It will take us all some time to get other this horrible event, but what better place to do it.
 
It's ALWAYS a beautiful DAY in The Villages -- it's just the NIGHTS that are a little ROUGH!!!!!!
 
Pat & Roger Rylott
1542 Eastover Terrace

(I've got mine . . . and I pray it NEVER goes off!!)

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Hello, I caught the “Gotta Minute” interview about your website and recognized both Alexa Villas and our car in the background of your interview.

We had bought our villa last March and had planned to move permanently to it in April.  My husband, Kevin, had an emergency double bypass surgery which set us back a bit.  I had wanted to take him to our villa to recuperate in February, but we could not do it due to his recovery requirement.  Had we come down as planned I shudder to think what would have happened, as the roof over our bed had fallen directly on our bed and the rest of the house was destroyed. That’s our good story, that we were not there, even though both of us had wanted to be, and that when we did come down, all of our neighbors whom we had not had a chance to meet yet, came to our support which made the experience a positive one.

We can’t wait to move to our home permanently and be an active part of the community.

We wanted to thank everyone from the bottom of our hearts for all of the support we received and wish all of you the best as everyone continues to repair their hearts, homes, and health!

Kevin and Judy Johnston

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Hello neighbors - Marnie Garvey and Becki Hadaway have decided to put together a book of some of our stories.  They have a small little form to describe what they want to do.  I have retyped it and put it in Adobe form.  I think (if I did it right) you will be able to click on it and print it out.  The instructions are on the page and then you can decide if you want to participate.  Your webmaster.

Click here!

 

 

Another reason not to do laundry!!  Yes, that is a roof shingle stuck in the wall!  (Picture taken in the garage of Jean and Gary Blinkhorn's Alexa Villa)

 

 

Jean Blinkhorn of Alexa Villas displays the "magic" head of the golf club which actually escaped (with the help of the tornado) the club cover and ended up somewhere else while the cover remained firmly on the club!

 

This story must be one of the myriad of amazing tales coming from our Mallory tornado experience: 

One of the items that disappeared from our house after the tornado was the original copy of my husband's will. It was in our office in the front of our house which took a direct hit - we had been faxing documents to our financial adviser and the will was among them.  After things settled down a bit, we called our lawyer at Burnsed and McLin for advice.  I explained that our house was in the tornado's path and that my husband's will was missing - could we please get a new one?  The lawyer's assistant said, "I have his will." I responded, "Yes, you have copies, but should we get a new original?"  She answered, "No, you're not hearing me - I have his original will!  A man whose house was not hit by the tornado found your husband's will in his yard.  He doesn't know you, so he brought it in to us. We tried to call you but couldn't get through.  We knew no one had died in The Villages, so we decided to wait a few weeks and follow up."

We went into the lawyer's office and found the will completely intact, just in need of a new cover page.

Whoever that man is, or if anyone knows who he is, we'd love to express our deepest thanks.  He did us an enormous favor and left us with a great story to tell.

Claudia and Bill Brenneisen

571 Troy Loop

 

I know that this Tornado Memories area started out to just be the "funny and weird" stuff but Merle Kramer did such an awesome job of describing hers and Bernie's experience and her poem at the bottom is so wonderful - I broke my RULE and am including it with these memories. . .

A Night to Remember (that I’d rather forget) 

Nothing prepares you for the rumbling noise of a freight train barreling down on your house, for the vibrations that loosens every board and nail, for the absolute feeling of terror, the loss of control - unsure of your next moment on this earth.

For us it started with something like the sound of hail hitting our bedroom walls.  The noise woke Bernie and his first instinct was to get to the window (wrong!) to see what was happening.  Luckily, he went out the bedroom door, leaving it ajar, to the living room window. Luckily, I say, because that window remained intact.

One peek out the window and he knew this was not an ordinary storm and that the hail was actually debris hitting the back of the house.  Wisely, he backed off flattening himself against the wall next to the window.  At that same moment a very stressed voice woke me from my deep sleep, “Merle, Merle, are you OK?”   A bedroom door, that usually opens inwards, flies outward grazing Bernie’s shoulder but also holds him against that wall.  Perhaps even protecting him from the winds of over 150 mph hurling debris and glass through our home.

I, also luckily, responded to my husband’s nervous query by immediately covering my head with the available sheet & thin blanket, arms up and over my face.  If I had done anything else, like jumping up to run for cover, I would have been cut to ribbons as the 2 large windows in our bedroom exploded sending glass shards of all sizes shooting through out the room like bullets or darts.  Most of the larger pieces of glass along with pieces of roofing, a gutter, and someone’s large bouquet of red artificial flowers landed on our bed.

Mind you, all of what I just described was happening together. In, perhaps, less than 15 seconds, it was over and almost dead quiet!  I lay there for what seemed like a long time still under the covers like a frightened child who is having a very bad dream.  Finally, Bernie & I communicated that we think we are OK!

Perhaps the first thing I noticed was the sound of pouring rain but it was coming from inside the front area of the house. I could hear water hitting our counter tops & ceramic floors.  The next thing I noticed was that my slightest movement was accompanied by the tinkling of glass pieces that were sharing my space in the bed.  The carpeting next to my side of the bed was inches deep with broken glass and I felt trapped.  

Meanwhile, Bernie was making his way to the kitchen and to the light switch, again not such a safe thing to do but low & behold the lights went on, even though there was, indeed, water raining down from every recessed light in the kitchen ceiling.  What a miracle to have light so that we could begin to see what had happened and surely begin to feel we were indeed fortunate to be alive. 

I can’t really recall how I managed to get out of bed, but I did, and did so without one scratch or cut.  The TV was our next surprise.  It too was working so as we were trying to achieve some semblance of rational thinking of what to do next, we were hearing that it had been a Tornado!  Of all things!  A tornado in central Florida.   The safe haven, the place where lots of the recent new comers were from the hurricane ridden coasts!

Well, here it is a few days later and we’re gathering our thoughts about the events of that terrible night and of the days that have followed and you know what?  That old saying about “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…” is true.  Stunned as everyone was, we were all out there trying to assess if anyone was in more need then ourselves.  The out- pouring of caring, generosity, of genuine concern was almost overwhelming.  We are so thankful to everyone from the neighbors, to total strangers who came offering help of all kinds.  Grateful to be able to write about this experience with a heart full of love and faith that all will be beautiful again and that the bonds of community will be stronger than ever.

Submitted by 

Merle & Bernie Kramer

470 Monetta Lane

Survivor’s of the February 2, 2007 Tornado.

 

Merle's Poem

FEBRUARY 2ND

          The silence is broken by that infamous freight train

Blessed oblivion of sleep is gone

But comprehension is not yet awake

 

 

Through the rumble, the roar and crackling vibrations

The shattering…there’s crystal tinkling sounds

Almost musical in their various tones

 

 

Most basic of instincts takes over

Survival the only thought

Not really thought…more primordial

 

 

Perhaps fifteen seconds have past

Yet time has slowed to what seems an eternity

And then silence!

 

 

The deepest of breaths …more of a gasp

Emanates from air starved lungs

I had not been breathing under my blanket!

 

By Merle Joy Kramer

February 17, 2007

 

 

In mid April when we were still renting because our home still wasn't livable, I attended a support group put on by Hospice and Project H.O.P.E.  At that meeting I met a lovely lady, Vera Fuchs, who lives in the Villas of Mount Pleasant in Poinciana. Her home had also been seriously damaged and she too was dealing with the aftermath of the disaster.  As a part of her healing, she shared this lovely poem and allowed me to put it on our website.

RESTORED

The sounds of healing are all around --snap snap go the roof

nails hammering in our reality that homes are restored and

we can go on.

 

Sounds of healing in the sides of homes restored in the white

vinyl that covers the wounds of the winds that soared

 

Sounds of healing each home restored ever-reminding us

hope endures

 

Sounds of healing this early morning as I sip my coffee and

hear it all . . . knowing soon my village will be restored

 

Vera Fuchs

 

 

Hello to Those Folks Hit Directly by the Tornado

If you were hit by the tornado of  2 February, and you would like your story considered for addition to a book  titled   Ten Seconds Inside a Tornado, as a separate chapter,  now in preparation,  please contact:

NOTE - Ed is no longer adding stories to his book. He has 65 stories and his book is reaching camera ready stage in July 08     

 

The idea for this book came to me after repeatedly telling my experiences to many people about what happen while our home was being ripped apart and our aftermath experiences. I noticed how fascinated people were in the story I had to tell—and why not?  It is not everyday that a tornado takes your home while you are in it, and you are still alive.

Then I realized that similar fascinating stories were being told again and again by many other folks who were also in the path of the funnel that swept across The Villages.

If you are not a ‘writer’ but you want your story documented in this book, I can convert the list of specifics you provide  into a proper manuscript.  Nevertheless, all will have a chance to approve the final draft of their inputs for accuracy.

All contributors will be compensated by a complimentary copy when published.

This should be a fascinating documentary, which many Villagers and their friends and relatives would be interested in reading.

        Ed Frederick

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