My Sweet Town Of Monson, Massachusetts

One week ago exactly at

around 5pm

this is what was happening

in my picturesque

little town.

I was in my cellar.

Each and every telephone pole on all

streets were down and wires

everywhere !

Sirens blaring, people yelling

for each other and crying.

The town had just taken a

beating from 160 mph winds!

This is what I see from the front of my

house which still stands.

We lost our roof and almost

every tree in my yard.

I lost my roof ,deck,garden arbor,

garden, and it rained in my home.

My house was built in 1891.

WE ARE ALIVE!

WE STILL HAVE A HOME!

This is what I see from my house! And this is right next door from the house above. This is my friend Laura standing on a pile of rubble which was once her home built in the 1800s.

This church is the "First Church" in Monson , it's where I sit now as I write this post. This church is open right now 24 hours a day to tornado victims. They have been serving 3 meals a day and also have been taking in donations and distributing groceries to all people in need. They've had crews in this heat cooking hot dogs & hamburgers outside on a grill for the entire week too.

They have counseling offered

if it's needed.

They have computers set up

for anyone who needs to

reach someone. They have organized drivers who are making rounds to affected streets with cold drinks and food.

Many people have lost everything. Neighbors are helping each other in any way they can. Many of us were going around and helping our friends dig through the rubble piles that used to be homes to find whatever we could find.

We are all in shock. These photos don't do justice.

We will take each day one at a time. WE ARE ALIVE