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	<title>Comments on: Hurricane Camille &#8211; Forty Year Anniversary</title>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My childhood friend, Robyn Jackson, who lived two blocks south of me on my same street (!) wrote me:

It&#039;s hard to believe it&#039;s been 40 years since Camille, but those of us who survived it will never forget it. My house was three blocks from the beach, and we stayed there during Camille. When the storm surge came in, we were afraid we were going to have to climb into the attic to avoid drowning. If any of the adults thought the house might wash away, they didn&#039;t mention it. Luckily, our house was the highest one on our street, so the water just sloshed in and got the floors wet, and washed the cars around the corner. When we looked out our front door the next morning, we realized we were the first house left on our street. Everything between us and the beach was gone. I really believe God had His hand on us that night. But that little house that we literally rode out the storm in was washed away by Katrina.

[Robyn is the editor and owner of Accent South Mississippi.  See her website at http://www.accentsouthmississippi.com/.]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My childhood friend, Robyn Jackson, who lived two blocks south of me on my same street (!) wrote me:</p>
<p>It&#8217;s hard to believe it&#8217;s been 40 years since Camille, but those of us who survived it will never forget it. My house was three blocks from the beach, and we stayed there during Camille. When the storm surge came in, we were afraid we were going to have to climb into the attic to avoid drowning. If any of the adults thought the house might wash away, they didn&#8217;t mention it. Luckily, our house was the highest one on our street, so the water just sloshed in and got the floors wet, and washed the cars around the corner. When we looked out our front door the next morning, we realized we were the first house left on our street. Everything between us and the beach was gone. I really believe God had His hand on us that night. But that little house that we literally rode out the storm in was washed away by Katrina.</p>
<p>[Robyn is the editor and owner of Accent South Mississippi.  See her website at <a href="http://www.accentsouthmississippi.com/." rel="nofollow">http://www.accentsouthmississippi.com/.</a></p>
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		<title>By: tparker</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 15:45:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was four in my little cowboy outfit. Which I don&#039;t remember... but, I remember that horrible Christmas tree! Funny the things we remember at that age.  I remember getting dirt in my eyes looking up at the ceiling just before it all started coming down. I remember our Father telling me to get inside and put some shoes on before he spanked my butt after I tried to step outside after the storm to get a peek. I remember all the clothing hanging up in the trees... still creeps me out.  I remember the cat, Scratches, disappearing and we never saw him (her?) again. Did it jump out of the car window? I remember how much I hate hurricanes every time I see a low develop in the Gulf or off the coast of Africa. o_O</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was four in my little cowboy outfit. Which I don&#8217;t remember&#8230; but, I remember that horrible Christmas tree! Funny the things we remember at that age.  I remember getting dirt in my eyes looking up at the ceiling just before it all started coming down. I remember our Father telling me to get inside and put some shoes on before he spanked my butt after I tried to step outside after the storm to get a peek. I remember all the clothing hanging up in the trees&#8230; still creeps me out.  I remember the cat, Scratches, disappearing and we never saw him (her?) again. Did it jump out of the car window? I remember how much I hate hurricanes every time I see a low develop in the Gulf or off the coast of Africa. o_O</p>
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