HURRICANES WHEN I WAS A KID
I have no personal memories of the September 21, 1938
hurricane except what I was told by grandma and grandpa.
Pop was at work in New York City so clearly the weather
wasn’t too bad when he left to take the train to the city about 7 or 7:30 in
the morning. In those days, with no TV and none of the excessive interest in weather
that we have developed over the years, there was no warning that a storm was
coming and no information about what to do or how long it would last, all things
that we take for granted now.
Amityville was on the western side of the eye so the
greatest damage was to the east. But I can assure you that the damage in and
around our house was extensive. Pop spoke about 50 to 70 trees down in and
around our yard. I’m not sure how much you remember about the old house, but
there was nothing but woods to one side and two house spaces to the other, and
the property was very deep over 350 feet.
By the time you guys got to see it there were three houses on the side
with the big woods in two houses on the other side.
Mom always talked about the storm stopping and, since lights
were out, she and I walked next door to go play with a friend, only to discover
the rain and wind returning in earnest and scampering back to the house. Historical records of the storm
indicate that the eye was about 50 miles across. The center of the eye crossed
Long Island about 20 miles east of Amityville at a town called Bayport, so mom
and I were well within the eye wall.
Evidence of the passage of the eye across our house could be
seen in the way trees were destroyed and knocked down. Imagine the wind coming from one
direction for a long time and then within minutes changing 180°. This is what
happens when the eye wall passes over. The stress on the tree causes the trunks
to break off 10 or 20 feet above ground just like you would break a matchstick.
For as long as I could remember
there was a foot and a half diameter tree trunk right outside the breakfast
nook window cut off flat about 10 or so feet above the ground. Damage like I
have described only occurs when the eye wall passes over.
Mom and Dad had moved to the country in May of 1937 so they
had only been in the house less than two years and had never experienced
anything like the 1938 hurricane. In fact I can remember in Amityville’s
old-timers talking about the hurricane years later and saying that they had no
memory of anything like this going back to well into the 19th
century. It is obvious that no
storm since the 1938 hurricane has been as strong or caused as much damage.
Just north of Amityville were several airfields, airfields that played a major
role in building fighters for World War II. A wind meter at one of the airports
registered 140 mph before it was destroyed by the wind.
Electric and phone were down for weeks. In my experience in
later years when any storm came, big or small, the lights when out and the
telephone went out since all the wires were above ground.
Pop spoke about looking out the office window is in lower
Manhattan and seeing big waves crashing up on the waterfront. I have no idea
how he and mom reconnected. But I also have no recollection of any great
‘story’ about that, so I guess Pop managed to get home somehow that evening.
You remember that the house was on the lake. In fact the
house was on reclaimed land and the lake had been a great deal wider than it
was when these houses were built. In almost every major storm the lake
overflowed onto the street and our basement flooded. I can remember being told
I couldn’t go downstairs to the basement because I couldn’t swim.
Since mom and dad were born and bred city people they did
what city people do when confronted with country calamities, they got in the
car and drove back to the city. We stayed for at least three weeks at my
mother’s folks, grandma and grandpa Winckler. Pop must’ve spent a good deal of
time going back and forth from the city to the house because there would have
been a considerable amount of damage caused by the flooding as well as the
downed trees, although no tree hit the house or the garage. In fact during the
several hurricane storms that we experienced there no trees ever hit the house
or garage.
You can get a lot of details about the 1938 hurricane at a SUNY Suffolk CC website – www2.sunysuffolk.edu/mandias/38hurricane.
Although Amityville took a real hit in 1938 the incredible
damage was to the barrier islands and to the east of us. Hurricanes rotate in a
counterclockwise motion and the highest wind speeds and therefore the greatest
damage occurs between five o’clock and one o’clock if you look at the hurricane
like a clock.
I can remember years later when we used to spend a good deal
of our summer time over on Fire Island and Gilgo Beach that the damage from the
storm was still readily apparent. I particularly remember an open air dance
pavilion at Ocean Beach on Fire Island. The surge wave came through smashed the
bottom of the pavilion into the bay and dropped the roof down on the foundation.
It lay like that for years. We used to tread for clams barefoot, feeling with
our toes to find a clam and then reaching down to pick it up. You couldn’t do
that on the inland side of Fire Island is because of the glass, the silverware,
and dishes and other assorted junk that had been washed into the bay by the ‘38
surge wave.
I do have vivid memories of the hurricane of 1944. It came
over our house at night and mom and dad and I sat in the staircase in the
middle of the house while trees crashed down around us. I don’t think we went
back to grandma and grandpa’s in 1944 because, by then, mom and dad had
supplied the house with hurricane lanterns and portable radios and we got water
out of the lake to be boiled and to use in the toilets. Carrying a bucket of lake water to the
house was my job.
All the downed trees were a wonderland for us kids. This
storm just keeled the trees over so there was a great big circular mat of roots
maybe 10 feet in diameter with a great big hole dug out of the ground and the
long trunk and branches and leaves laid out on the ground. What fun. I’m sure the grownups were terrified
because they were electric wires down everywhere and I can remember electric
wire crews repairing the damage in our backyard and mom giving the man drinks
of water.
I think the hurricane of 1938 downed a lot of the trees and caused
so much damage that makes the 1944 hurricane a little less memorable
historically. But looking at maps of the path of the hurricane it does appear
that Amityville was on the east (worst) side of the eye.
We experienced another big hurricane in 1954 as well as any
number of storms which just missed us but created a lot of wave action. As young men we couldn’t wait to get
over to the ocean to ride in the surf created by these big tropical storms. Now
days the cops prevent you from going over there. I remember 1954 for sure because I had just bought a 1949 Ford
convertible with my summer work money and I was sure that a tree was going to
smash through the canvas roof. I
tucked the car up beside the house to keep it safe, and it survived untouched. Whew.
During the tropical storms, hurricanes and such, when we
guys were older, we used to hire ourselves out to boat owners on a particular
Canal off the Great South Bay. Our job was to keep the Lines taught or loosened
as the surge waters came in, two or three of us on each side of the canal to keep
the boats in the middle of the Canal. I remember getting $100 apiece for this
work, an absolute fortune in those days. We would happily run through the
backyards with water up to our chests rearranging the lines to keep the boats
from drifting onto the land or smashing onto the sides of the Canal. We never
lost a boat that I can remember.
My kid memories
recall hurricanes as joy and moments creating wonderlands for kids to play in.
But as a grown up I worried each year about the Amityville house being
destroyed after all the good luck we experienced in those earlier years.