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Doc was a teacher from 1967 to 2010. (Sigh)

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1428 - the 1958 tornado
The day of the 1958 tornado I had gone fishing up at Long Lake with next door neighbors. We saw the strange yellow, brown sky and felt the sultry atmosphere. It was a very uneasy trip home. We decided to pull into Chetek for supper at Bob's Grill (which I am sure many of you know). Doing that probably saved our lives. By the time we got down to the bend in the highway that would take you to Irvine or the fairgrounds, the tornado had just hit. Trees, power lines, everything destroyed. The police were out, and they forced us off 53 onto a country road. We crawled passed spitting power lines -- scary. At one point we had to drive around a complete wall from some building; it was lying flat over the highway. It's windows were unbroken. The destruction in Colfax was much worse; total disappearance of buildings. Dad drove us over there a few days later. There was a piano sitting on the steps of what had been a church, just a piano and concrete steps, no church. I was fourteen.