The Suitcase Lady

Breezy

February 3, 2009, 10:19 pm

The other day it sounded as if the Acheson, Topeka and Santa Fe was roaring through the house. Wind gusts were up to 45 mph, and the cats were all hiding in the rafters. I wanted to join them.

I have friends who find wind invigorating and exciting. I, however, view a windy day with unease. Aren’t those big wind gusts just a practice run for sinking an ore boat in Lake Superior or blowing away some poor little Wisconsin town? And it’s historical fact that many pioneer women who lived in sod houses out in the plains went mad from the constant howling of the wind.

Wind was a foe even when we lived in the city. Our yard was graced with a magnificent, mature willow tree. We all treasured it. But, don’t believe all that gentle wind in the willows nonsense. After every storm, we could be found in our yard raking up willow tree debris for hours.

The phenomenal power of wind was fully revealed to us when we moved into our current country home. We are on a seventy foot bluff with open fields around us. When a nor’easter gets whipping, the noise in our upstairs bedroom is deafening. The whole house, including the bed, literally shakes and groans.

I think the wolf got miscast in The Three Little Pigs. The wind should have been the character that said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.”

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  • PS (PSanafter-thought)

    I wouldn’t do well in your house. Wind makes me too uneasy. It was so windy the other night that it sounded like fingers grabbing at the house. We live sort of in the woods, so there is less power to the wind when it is from certain directions, but it still grabs the house. I had to keep telling myself that the two trees that leaned over my bedroom were taken down. I insisted on this two years ago.

    I’m actually going to be staying in the little town near you that is named after a president later this week, for about a week, in the house next to what was the old mill pond. I’ll be visiting relatives in nursing homes in the cities to the N and S of you.