Only a week ago, Tuesday, January 27, seems like such a long time to those who have suffered through the worst ice storm in memory. I was on the phone checking on my ninety-year-old cousin, Helen Moore.
Fairly early in the evening, her television service was already off and the streets were almost impassible. She did tell me that two friends, Phyllis Sykes and Hazel Todd, were going to come and stay with her if the power went out, as Helen does have two gas heaters. Even while we spoke, the electricity failed and has yet to come back on line. She was lucky that her telephone lines remained unbroken through the entire crisis.
When I checked back the following morning, Helen did have the promised company. I was relieved because she has major problems with her heart. They had slept fitfully through the icy night while as Phyllis phrased it,” Branches and even trees breaking sounded like rifle shots.” «Read the rest of this article»