
I saw this article today in the Star Tribune and it made me think of the Palm Sunday tornadoes in Indiana. I had always thought they were on the same day. I was only six when the Palm Sunday tornadoes hit. We lived in South Bend, IN at the time and were heading back home either from Fort Wayne or Lima, OH. The sky had a weird green tint to it. I remember thinking it was like the Wizard of OZ.
The thing I remember most about that day was Dad telling us "look out for twisters. None of us had a clue what a tornado looked like, but we kept our eyes open. I remember the devastation we saw. Silos were twisted like a piece of gum wrapper, foundations stood without houses. We kept coming up on roadblocks and having to turn around. I didn't think we would ever make it home and we weren't sure if the house would still be standing when we got there.
Growing up in Indiana, there were plenty of tornadoes and warnings. I learned early the devastation and fury that a tornado can cause.
