On Sunday, June 30, 1968 (I believe that was the date) there was a very violent storm centered around Denbury and Princeton, and down Denbury to Richmond Road. Was very likely a tornado but never officially called. Luckily it was a Sunday and summer break had just begun, because otherwise there would be lots of kids walking to and from school along this route.
I was babysitting my younger siblings and herded them into the basement as the sky got very dark and the winds picked up. I had always been interested in storms, so I stayed upstairs to watch. I remember the sky turned a strange dark yellow/brown color and fierce winds came up out of nowhere. I watched as lightning struck a transformer on a pole, and everything went flying into the street with huge blue-green sparks. I saw many large tree branches crashing down but luckily the huge tree right across the street didn’t fall. Just down the block, a few other trees didn’t survive the winds — and these were really huge, old trees. Some were split open and some were uprooted!
Right after the storm I went out with my camera (of course).
