A tornado touched down on Thursday a half mile from Grandpa & Grandma's farm - 10 minutes after finishing up a rainy, windy baseball game.
When the uncles spotted the twister approaching the yelled for everyone to take cover. Soaking wet, sixteen grandchildren crowded into the small pantry in the basement (separated from the main part of the house). We threw in couch cushions, blankets and towels, grabbed Tupperware and stock pots to use as helmets, and covered everyone's head with a large carpet. We were saying our Hail Mary's and Our Father's, praying the farm and those in it could stay intact.
Prayers were answered, multiple times. Justin and I stayed for the rest of the week, and endured multiple more tornado warnings - listening to the scratchy radio in the basement, using the Sprint aircard (a lifesaver) as a radar tracker. There was another one on Thursday, and many more on Friday - some towns endured softball-sized hail (not kidding) that left divets all over lawns and fields.
Saturday we squeaked by storm free, but onto Sunday... Justin and I were at the other Grandma's. After lunch Aunt Kathy told me about a deluxe slip 'n' slide set up on her farm - three tarps down a hill. Of course I couldn't resist. My cousins and I headed out there - with dark looming clouds in the distance. We made about ten slides down before the lightning started. We raced back to Grandma's and packed up our bags, hoping to beat the storm.
No luck. Right before Hays the hail was crashing down. Crap-o. My Aunt called her sort of neighbor, who opened their garage for us. For the next five hours we watched radars, listened to the radio, headed to the basement, twiddled our thumbs, told stories, and played Sorry. As weather continued crashing down they ordered us pizza, helped us feel completely welcome, and invited us to spend the night if needed. We'd considered it, but noticed the red blobs on the radar finally started heading south of I-70. Let's give it a try. Rain and gigantic lightning bolts followed us to Salina, but we made it safely. And my new car only has seven dents on the hood, roof and trunk. Darn it!
So, no more tornadoes please. I think we've all had enough excitement to last quite awhile.
