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This is a very well equipped grocery store, and in many ways a charming throwback to the groceries of the s. The floors are wood and creak comfortably underfoot.
The lights are globes hanging on chains. There's a tin ceiling. Yet there are signs of our modern age; two new cash registers with digital price-readers beside them, a radio scanner on a shelf behind the checkout counter, a wall of rental videos, and security cameras mounted high in the corners.
At the rear is a meat cooler running nearly the length of the store. The store is very crowded. Everybody is stocking up for the oncoming storm. He is a good-looking man of about thirty-five.
Right now he also looks harried half to death This guy likes life, likes it a lot, and usually finds something in it to amuse him. He's wearing butcher's whites right now and pushing a shopping cart filled with wrapped cuts of meat. The MAN, dressed in a red sport coat and black shirt with turned-around collar, is first to reach him. MIKE I'll be there Off he goes. She starts pawing over the packages and reading the labels before MIKE can even begin to distribute them.
I thought for sure you'd still have pork chops. He gives her a wrapped package. JILL looks at it, then puts it in her heaped-up shopping cart. CARLA looks at something, almost takes it, then drops it back into one of the trays of the meat-display cabinet. Don't you have plain old hamburger, Michael Anderson? MIKE She snatches the package he's holding out before he can finish. MIKE continues -- here. More folks now, picking the stuff over as fast as he can get it out of his cart.
MIKE bears this for a moment, then decides to put on his constable's hat. Or try. MIKE Folks, listen. It's a storm, that's all. We've gotten through plenty before this, and well get through plenty after. Calm down and stop acting like mainlanders! The polar mass thrusts its cold shoulder under the warmer air, forces it up, cools, condenses and precipitates its moisture, and produces the deluge of rain, sleet, snow and hurricane wind velocities which descend upon the lakes and play havoc with cities on the shore.
When this happens on an extreme scale, the toll on vessels, lives and property is catastrophic. While the great Rondeau Storm of hit in midsummer, the fall storms, usually in November, can be of legendary proportions.
Two of these are listed below: Old lake captains sitting round a table in the Hotel Cleveland in reminiscent mood argue over the relative intensity of the two storms. Some declare that was the worst in all history, others hold out for the merits of The elaborate newspaper accounts which covered those harrowing days would indicate that they were twin giants born of the same mother of destruction, and that there was even a terrible suggestion of demonic purpose behind them both.
Of those lost, 10 were on Lake Huron, three in Lake Michigan, 7. This tragic storm took the lives of sailors on the various ships that foundered. The Marine Review of commented on this storm: Since the lakes have been commercially navigated, no such condition has ever been met with before and centuries may go by before such a phenomenon may again be experienced.
Waves believed to be up to Exactly 27 years after that great storm, similar weather conditions prevailed, when two large air masses became entangled with one another, producing a gigantic late fall storm. Warm air moved in counterclockwise from the south, cold air rushed in from the north, and cut under it with hurricane force and battered the region with kph 78 mph winds.
In some places it even reached the ferocious force of a hundred miles per hour. It blew a southbound freighter a half mile back north in the Detroit river near Belle Isle. Lake Erie is relatively shallow compared to the other Great Lakes, and this causes wild fluctuations in water levels during intense, prolonged storms.
The storm was an extreme example of this phenomenon, similar to water sloshing around in a shallow pan if tilted even slightly while being carried. Many duck hunters became stranded in the Maumee flats due to the shallow water, and several perished in the extreme cold.
Meanwhile, the eastern end of the lake near Buffalo experienced high water, mammoth waves and flooding. Temperature drops as the battle of the titan air masses met were just as extreme. The thermometer dropped from 17 to minus 4 Celsius or from 63 degrees to 25 degrees Fahrenheit in four hours, then slid in the next few hours to minus 9 C 15 F. The 7, ton ship Davoc went down in Lake Erie with its 33 man crew, and in much of the Lake Erie region, there were downed chimneys, flipped airplanes, broken plate glass windows, and snapped telephone poles.
In the local area South Kent , the Blenheim News Tribune reported only moderate damage and gale force winds, with some downed trees and wires, but not nearly of the scale of the July storm. The loss of ships and men was much lighter in than in , and so many of the old lake captains argue the earlier storm was worse. However, some say that the weather was more violent during the storm, and it was only because of improved radio communications and navigational systems that the maritime damage was far less extreme.
Also in , a lot more of the vessels were constructed of wood, and in the storm, most were made of steel. In terms of the large geographical area covered, and loss of life in the Great Lakes region in general, 8. However, in , Rondeau had only a fraction of the cottages it has now, and fewer roads, campgrounds, no electrical infrastructure, and hardly any residents or visitors, save for a few waterfowl hunters at that time of year.
In both of these late fall storms, the sustained winds lasted for several hours, and even days. The quick but powerful Rondeau storm of July, actually had higher winds in the sustained and highest gust categories, as you will read later in this report. There also ap- Other Noteworthy Local Storms and Natural Occurrences of the 20th Century The greatest grass fire, of about a dozen recorded this century in the park, occurred in April, in the marsh, and stretched some nine miles, nearly the entire length of the Park.
This fire burned four square miles of marshland hectares or acres and was contained by eight rangers and a dozen park residents, and was stopped just short of cottaged areas presumably along Water Street.
One of the most notable snowstorms of the past hundred years would have to be the great blizzard of late January, This storm hit Kent County as a whole quite hard, with severe winds, total whiteouts, and nearly everything shut down.
Drifts along Rondeau Bay approached six metres 20 feet in places, above street signs and electrical lines, and snow could still be seen in the sheltered areas of the thicket along the main road at Bates Marsh as late as the middle of May. It took highway workers and park staff several days of digging with heavy equipment to open up a road into the park.
Winds in this storm were believed to have gusted to nearly kph mph , and there was widespread damage across the county: Again, this storm was widespread across southern Michigan and Ontario, and it is said that in rural south Kent, some areas were without power for up to three weeks! Nearly every tree in 9 Closed for first time: For the first time in its year history as a provincial park, Rondeau Park had to be closed to summer campers and visitors, as this sign at the gatehouse boldly stated.
The park was closed from the evening of July 21, when the storm hit, until July 29, when it reopened. Brian French peared to be much heavier tree fall at Rondeau in the July storm, as trees in full leaf caught much more wind than those nearly leafless trees of November would have.
High tree fall could also be a result of several indirect factors such as deer overgrazing, gaps in the tree canopy, and root rot due to years of high water levels these factors and how they affected the recent storm are outlined in detail later in this book. One local resident said it sounded like a war zone in the midst of this storm, with loud crashing sounds heard almost constantly as the branches, strained under the immense weight of the ice, reached their breaking point and came tumbling down.
The storm of November , combined high winds and record water levels to put long stretches of the lower part of Lakeshore road under water, not to mention at least two dozen cottages in that area, some with watermarks at least a foot above the floor!
March to June, brought more severe flooding in a series of storms, beginning on St. This time on the Erieau side was belted hard, where several cottages were claimed in the Erie Beach area. The year also had a spring storm which flooded several Water St.
Old time Erieau residents may however, remember the April, storm which washed out the dyke road and cut off the village from civilization and putting hectares acres of nearby farmland under up to three metres 10 feet of water!
While all of the aforementioned weather events were dramatic and destructive in their own way, you only needed to look at the wide area damage and destruction, and disruption to park visitors, staff, and cottagers. A great day to go swimming or boating, or enjoy the pleasures of the park from a tent or cottage. The weather forecast that afternoon indicated a chance of evening thundershowers, not out of the ordinary for this time of year, and certainly nothing for the average park visitor with a tent, cottage, picnic shelter or car to stay dry in to be worried about.
By late that afternoon, it became apparent that the heavy weather was on its way. Ben headed over to the yacht club beside Rondeau Bay for a planned evening of sailing. Linda Boire of Chatham had some company over for the afternoon at her lakeside cottage at Lot Lakeshore Road.
How lucky it was to have such a place to relax and beat the heat of summer, and she and her friends did just that, as they enjoyed the cooling lake breezes on the lakeside deck. Whiling away the lazy summer afternoon, the group by 6: I can feel a cold front is moving in quickly. Paula Clarke was spending the evening working at the brown park store overlooking Rondeau Bay.
Although she had a full time job in Chatham, 23 year old Paula was often asked to lend a hand serving ice-cream at the store in the evenings. Calm Before the Storm As mentioned in the introduction, visitors went about their leisure and recreational pursuits in typical midsummer fashion that Tuesday in July.
It was a typical Rondeau midsummer day: It was a bit It had rolled across southern Michigan earlier that afternoon.
Environment Canada in Windsor first issued a thunderstorm watch at 8: This was upgraded to a severe thunderstorm warning at 4: The storm hit the Detroit-Windsor area with winds of up to kph over 80 mph. It soon became apparent to the meteorological office that this was becoming more than your average summer storm.
July 21 was one of the hottest days of the summer in southern Michigan, with temperatures in the degree Celsius degree Fahrenheit range. A weak trough of low pressure systems moved into western Michigan during the early afternoon. On this trough, the first of the severe thunderstorms developed.
Winds aloft were rather strong for midsummer, with winds of 40 knots 70 kph at about one kilometer. As this storm approached the Detroit area, it produced several distinct powerful cells. The most northerly track hit the Oakland Pontiac Airport with winds of 65 knots kph at exactly 5: A gust of kph 75 mph blew two hangars off their foundations, damaged three hangar doors, as well as several planes.
Ypsilanti was the next target for this storm track, where traffic signals, gas pumps, and numerous trees were blown over. Cleanup efforts took five weeks to complete in that city! The northerly track continued to ravage the northern suburbs, including Farmington, Royal Oak, Clawson, Madison Heights, Hazel Park, and other nearby communities, as trees, signs, power lines, and windows were broken or blown down.
Power lines fell across the busy artery of I in Troy, closing the freeway for over an hour. This track headed into southern Macomb county, hitting more suburbs there.
Storm spotters in Sterling Heights reported dime size hail and kph 76 mph winds. Clair Shores received their fair share of damage. Roofs were removed from stores, The storm hit Mt. Clemens just before 5: Clair, last stop before western Kent County! The central track of the storm continued through Detroit and the Grosse Pointes just before 6: In the city of Detroit, the winds blew out windows at State Hall in Wayne State University, and collapsed the press box of the football stadium onto the field.
In the downtown area, a lawn chair was blown up onto the people mover track, damaging both train and track when the train hit it. Empty boxcars on a downtown siding were blown, rolling into a building, causing considerable damage. At Pier Park in Grosse Pointe Farms, the storm toppled several trees that had survived gusts of over kph 90 mph in the tornado of July 2nd, a year earlier. It is drawn back toward the hall. At last it stops. JUDD voice-over continues A look of interest begins to warm his face up a little.
Words of wisdom our northern New England viewers have probably heard before, but when it comes to storms this size, some things bear repeating. It's the TV he's looking at. It's leaving a thin trail of blood along the rug. More blood is oozing through the fingers of the fist clamped over the wolf's head.
That's mostly what he hit her with, the head of that wolf, and we probably wouldn't want to see what it looks like now. Here is my handle, here is my spout. Grasps her teacup with a gory hand that smears the handle. Then takes a cookie with his bloody hand and gobbles it down.
This is an old-fashioned general store with a long front porch. If it were summer, there would be rockers lined up out here and lots of oldtimers to fill them. As it is, there is a line of snowblowers and snow shovels, marked with a neat handmade sign: The steps are flanked by a couple of lobster traps, and more hang from the underside of the porch roof.
We may also see a whimsical display of clamming gear. By the door stands a mannequin wearing galoshes, a yellow rain slicker, goggle eyes on springs, and a beanie with a propeller the propeller now still on his head. Someone has stuffed a pillow under the slicker, creating a fairly prominent potbelly. In one plastic hand is a blue University of Maine pennant.
In the other is a can of beer. Around the dummy's neck is a sign: The biggest sign is on the door. It reads: Above the door is a lovely old-fashioned sign, black with gold gilt letters: They both laugh as they go down the steps. This is a very well equipped grocery store, and in many ways a charming throwback to the groceries of the s. The floors are wood and creak comfortably underfoot. The lights are globes hanging on chains. There's a tin ceiling.
Yet there are signs of our modern age; two new cash registers with digital price-readers beside them, a radio scanner on a shelf behind the checkout counter, a wall of rental videos, and security cameras mounted high in the corners. At the rear is a meat cooler running nearly the length of the store. The store is very crowded. Everybody is stocking up for the oncoming storm. He is a good-looking man of about thirty-five. Right now he also looks harried half to death This guy likes life, likes it a lot, and usually finds something in it to amuse him.
He's wearing butcher's whites right now and pushing a shopping cart filled with wrapped cuts of meat. The MAN, dressed in a red sport coat and black shirt with turned-around collar, is first to reach him. MIKE I'll be there Off he goes.
She starts pawing over the packages and reading the labels before MIKE can even begin to distribute them. I thought for sure you'd still have pork chops. He gives her a wrapped package. JILL looks at it, then puts it in her heaped-up shopping cart. CARLA looks at something, almost takes it, then drops it back into one of the trays of the meat-display cabinet. Don't you have plain old hamburger, Michael Anderson?
MIKE continues -- here. More folks now, picking the stuff over as fast as he can get it out of his cart. MIKE bears this for a moment, then decides to put on his constable's hat. Or try. MIKE Folks, listen. It's a storm, that's all. We've gotten through plenty before this, and well get through plenty after.
Calm down and stop acting like mainlanders! That gets them a little. They stand back, and MIKE begins distributing the meat again. She says it the way islanders do -- "sma'aat. I won't be smart. HATCH is about thirty, portly and pleasant. He is also wearing butcher's whites, and a white hard hat for good measure. Printed on the hard hat is "A. Hey, Mike! Got a phone call! She's about nineteen, very pretty, and handling one of the cash registers.
She ignores the line of customers and holds the PA microphone in one hand. In the other is the receiver of the telephone hanging on the wall by the CB radio. CAT It's your wife. She says she's got a little problem down to the day care.
The customers are interested and diverted. Life on the island is like a soap opera where you know all the characters.
MIKE She hot under the collar?
CAT How do I know where she's hot? She's your wife. In island parlance, that was "a good 'un. MIKE Can you take over here a bit?
He speaks to his wife, oblivious of the watching, interested audience. MIKE eyes his store, which is full of pre-storm shoppers. MIKE I've got a few little problems of my own, hon.
What's yours? PIPPA is a child of about three years old. Maybe we at first take these for blood. PIPPA is halfway up a flight of stairs, and has poked her head between two of the posts supporting the banister. Now she can't get it back through. She's still holding on to a piece of bread and jam, though, and we see that what we first took for blood is actually strawberry preserves.
It's not hugely disfiguring or anything, but it's there, like a tiny saddle. She begins to yank backward, trying to free herself, still holding on to her snack. It's disappearing into her chubby little fist now, and she appears to be sweating strawberry jam. The phone is here, placed on a hallway table halfway between the stairs and the door. She's about thirty, pretty, and right now vacillating between amusement and fright. MIKE phone voice Pippa? What about Pippa? His head snaps up in a hurry.
HATCH starts around the counter. The last thing in the world I want is Alton Hatcher down on me. All the smiling good humor has gone out of his face. He's completely intent, a father back to front and top to bottom. MIKE Too late, babe. What's up? It's not serious -- I don't think -- but I can't deal with a big storm and a crazed daddy all on the same day.
If Hatch comes, you be with him. She hangs up the phone and heads back to the stairs. It'll hurt your ears.
MIKE looks at the phone, bemused, then hangs it up again. Why don't we go see? There's slant parking here. As they approach: MIKE Molly? Point five on a scale of one to ten. Don't worry. A gust of wind strikes them, rocking them back on their heels. They look toward the ocean. MIKE doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. They get into the Island Services truck and drive off. The hanging lobster traps click together Mike and your daddy will be here in another minute. Mike will get you out. He's just magic that way.
PIPPA eats. The other KIDS watch this with fascination. I fed a monkey once, at the Bangor Fair. The other kids laugh. PIPPA is not amused. I'm a child, not a monkey! He starts leaping around at the foot of the stairs, scratching under his armpits and being foolish as only a four-year-old can be. At once, the others start imitating him. And begins to cry. MOLLY strokes her hair, but can't talk her out of this one. Getting your head stuck between the bars is bad; being called a monkey is even worse.
Stop it right now! It's not nice, and it's making Pippa sad! It's mean. He tries to grab hold of DON.