I well remember that day and probably always will. I think it was on a Sunday and it was the first really warm day we had had that year. Very humid and sunny. I was 12 at the time and I was helping my neighbor pick up golf balls he had hit into a field in front of his house. Nothing out of the ordinary had been predicted, that I recall. I remember looking at the sky to the west and it had turned a sickening greenish yellow color and we talked about how it looked so strange. Not long after that the wheels came off and we had the most awful storm. Wind and rain like I have never seen since. I was sure the end of the world was at hand. We lost a few trees, luckily none hit the house. I remember it lasted a long time. That was before instant news so it wasn't until the next day that we heard how bad it had been.

The following weekend was our spring break and we took a family trip to Chicago. My Dad took a route that took us through some of the hardest hit areas. We had never seen such destruction and devastation. I remember we went through Marian and Goshen on the way up and it was very chilly and grey that weekend. Coming home we tried to see little Russiaville, but it wasn't there anymore and they routed traffic around it.

Since that day in 1965 I have always kept an eye on the weather, especially predicted storms. When asked why I get so nervous when a storm is rolling in I usually respond.... "I lived through the Palm Sunday tornadoes." I will never forget how scared we were......

Recalling repressed memories clouded my brain, of course it was Sunday!!