Thursday’s winds bring back memories of the big one in ’75

Western wind, when wilt thou blow

Last week’s wild, whipping wind reminded me of the big windstorm of 1975. I don’t know how last week’s compared to that one, which in my memory was a doozy, but this year’s was a significant sleep interrupter.

Back in ’75, in the middle of a clear and starry night sky, the wind suddenly picked up in and about the Sonoma Valley. It howled and railed, while the buildings and trees all around responded with eerie creeks and groans that didn’t sound natural. It was close to Thanksgiving and my entire family was visiting, Mama, Papa, sister, brother and assorted relatives of less consequence. All were amazed by the raging winds and wailing sounds around.

Leafy dogwood

As the wind began to pick up, the first thing we did was call the dogs in from the storm. Out on the front terrace they were quickly covered with debris from falling leaves and branches. When they came into the house and shook violently in the front hall, leaves flew everywhere. And the wind continued to howl. Down O’Donnell Lane, at the old Ugby house, a huge old oak tree blew down, crashing right near the house, waking occupant Marsha with a frightful start.

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