Before I moved to Iowa I thought natural disasters were things that happened to other people. Growing up in Wyoming nothing like this ever happened! Heavy blizzards came every winter but we were used to them and new how to deal. Since I've been in Iowa there have been tornadoes, ice storms and blizzards that shut down the whole town, and now a big HUGE flood.
Anyhoo, here are my pics
This was Sunday June 8. They canceled church half-way through and we all changed clothes and helped with the sandbagging effort. This picture was taken at the beginning before we were all exhausted, sweaty, and dehydrated. (I stole this from Tim's blog, hope he doesn't mind.)
This picture was posted by one of the local newspapers online. The girl is my roommate Gloria who sandbagged ALL day Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday! By the end of the week her hands were swollen and cut up really bad. Now she is off being an EFY counselor for the summer. I hope her hands are better!
Here is the only other pic of me sandbagging (also stolen from Tim). We were at the water treatment plant in Iowa City on Thursday June 12.
This is my favorite restaurant on the Coralville strip. I probably won't get to go back there before I move, how sad!
This is the road that leads to the Iowa Arts Campus where the music building is.
Here is a shot of the music building. The night before the levy broke I spent a few hours helping professors move everything out of their offices up to the second floor. I don't think they were expecting to get as much water as they did. It is sad to think about all the damage to the pianos and organs in there.
This is the Coralville strip, just down the road from where I live.
Another view of the music building:
And here is something that made my dad upset. I didn't have time to go get my bike before the flood! I found this picture at the Des Moines Register with the caption that said something like "an abandoned bike sits in front of the Voxman Music Building" ha ha ha. I tried to drive over there yesterday but the road was still closed.
The flood has been sad and tragic. I don't know how long it will take them to clean up all of the university buildings that were flooded. Where will they hold classes? Where am I going to practice and teach lessons for the next few weeks? In my apartment, I guess.
Anyway, I wish I had more photos of the sandbagging but we soon realized there wasn't enough time or energy to take any more. It was really neat to see the community come together to help. I met a lot of people whom I never would have spoken to otherwise. Suddenly a rich man wasn't rich anymore and a poor man wasn't poor. if someone was a doctor or a waitress or a student it didn't matter. Everyone looked the same in their sopping wet shoes and sweaty filthy clothes. We were all getting blisters and making our hands and backs sore together.
Anyhoo, here are my pics
This was Sunday June 8. They canceled church half-way through and we all changed clothes and helped with the sandbagging effort. This picture was taken at the beginning before we were all exhausted, sweaty, and dehydrated. (I stole this from Tim's blog, hope he doesn't mind.)
This picture was posted by one of the local newspapers online. The girl is my roommate Gloria who sandbagged ALL day Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday! By the end of the week her hands were swollen and cut up really bad. Now she is off being an EFY counselor for the summer. I hope her hands are better!
Here is the only other pic of me sandbagging (also stolen from Tim). We were at the water treatment plant in Iowa City on Thursday June 12.
This is my favorite restaurant on the Coralville strip. I probably won't get to go back there before I move, how sad!
This is the road that leads to the Iowa Arts Campus where the music building is.
Here is a shot of the music building. The night before the levy broke I spent a few hours helping professors move everything out of their offices up to the second floor. I don't think they were expecting to get as much water as they did. It is sad to think about all the damage to the pianos and organs in there.
This is the Coralville strip, just down the road from where I live.
Another view of the music building:
And here is something that made my dad upset. I didn't have time to go get my bike before the flood! I found this picture at the Des Moines Register with the caption that said something like "an abandoned bike sits in front of the Voxman Music Building" ha ha ha. I tried to drive over there yesterday but the road was still closed.
The flood has been sad and tragic. I don't know how long it will take them to clean up all of the university buildings that were flooded. Where will they hold classes? Where am I going to practice and teach lessons for the next few weeks? In my apartment, I guess.
Anyway, I wish I had more photos of the sandbagging but we soon realized there wasn't enough time or energy to take any more. It was really neat to see the community come together to help. I met a lot of people whom I never would have spoken to otherwise. Suddenly a rich man wasn't rich anymore and a poor man wasn't poor. if someone was a doctor or a waitress or a student it didn't matter. Everyone looked the same in their sopping wet shoes and sweaty filthy clothes. We were all getting blisters and making our hands and backs sore together.
3 comments:
You're moving to a state that is a hotbed for hurricanes. So you might as well get used to natural disasters being as commonplace as breathing.
Seriously, I loved the pics. I felt bad that I couldn't stick around longer that day and help more.
Whoa!!
That is really scary... and I have to admit, a little cool. Not cool about all the damage, but cool for the sheer power of nature aspect. Did anyone use canoes to get around?
Yeah, I think a few people had to be rescued by canoes and I know a family that canoed back to their house during the flood to save some valuable items! Now the whole town smells really, really bad.
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