Hurricane Sandy: Our Voices
Hurricane Sandy. Its been almost a week and people still are without power. Some have lost loved ones, belongings, and homes. I watch the news and listen to the radio. But there is something special about hearing accounts first hand, a gift our contributors bring to Bonbon Break. These stories have no filters and no journalist’s opinions.
Join us in this week’s heartfelt Front Porch. Learn about the experiences of those in the storm, how they coped, and whether they found a silver lining in those tumultuous, intense grey clouds.
11.1.12 Weathering the Storm
~:: Diary of a Tomato ::~
It wasn’t a matter of if, more a matter of when we would lose power. With Hurricane Sandy approaching landfall, the lights began to flicker. By mid-afternoon Monday, we were completely cut off.
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ABOUT DEBRA: Debra Kam blogs about food and gardening at Diary of a Tomato. She has a culinary degree, has cooked professionally, and is currently training as a Master Food Preserver. She’s a founding board member of Seacoast Eat Local, where she writes about local food and sustainable agriculture. Originally from California, she now lives in Maine with her husband and two cats, where she is still adjusting to winter and wearing shoes. Follow Debra on Pinterest or by RSS.
Sandy Aftermath
~:: Riding NYC with Amy ::~
Power Down – The only up side of the hurricane
~:: Ice Scream Mama ::~
Hurricane Sandy has come and gone, leaving devastation as a “thanks for having me” parting gift. My entire town has no power. Massive trees lay heavily across streets, strung with power lines like a Christmas tree. Schools are closed… indefinitely. We’ve spent the last three days, hunkering down in our basement, then in our living room where we are lucky enough to have a gas fire place.
The house is cold. Internet and phones are out. Cell power is almost non-existent, although sometimes if you found just the right spot and stood with one arm out and your neck strained in the right direction while squatting low, you might, might just get service for maybe a minute. There’s no warm food or water, and my three boys are jumping all over each other in pent up energy, yet… It’s kind of nice.