(Staff photo by Ken Ritchie/kritchie@madisoncourier.com)
(Staff photo by Ken Ritchie/kritchie@madisoncourier.com)
Oh, yes! I do remember April 3, 1974. I just got home from school at Southwestern. I was 16 at the time and alone because my mom was at work and my sister, Anna, was living downtown and my brother, Bernie, was working at Kentucky Fried Chicken.

My parents, Bernie and Lois Wooten, lived on Smith Lane.

First, when I got home, I always took my shoes off and turned on the TV. They said there was a tornado warning out for the area. It got real quiet out and I went to the door and looked out and it got dark and sounded like a train coming through.

I went and closed the door and got Jerry and Becky Brawner's dog and put him inside the garage. (He lived through it.) Then I got under the table and put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes because of the noise.

The roof went up and I ran over to the Butlers' and went to the basement. Their parents were working too.

After the storm was over I went to Frances Dawson's house, it was not touched, and waited until Mom and Dad got there.

The house was destroyed and the only thing that was standing was the bathroom.

Later that night I went to my Aunt Irene and Uncle Herman's house downtown. Their house wasn't touched. My aunt and uncle stayed up to listen to the weather. My uncle said to me, "Baby, you don't want to see another tornado."

It took me a long time to be alone went it stormed.