(How can anyone in southern West Virginia forget July 8th 2001 a horrible day. - promoted by wvblueguy)
July 8, 2001 was by far the saddest day in the life of yours truly bluemcdowell. The house that I had lived in for over 31 years destroyed in really under an hours' time. The night before the flood I went to bed about midnight. At that time I tended to sleep very late in the day up until about 11am. But this time I had actually gotten up a little earlier at about 9am in the morning. I slept in the floor that night in a bed bad which really I did pretty commonly at that time with the air conditioner running full blast which really comforted me and made me sleep more easily, I turned on the TV to watch WWE wrestling, The very second I did so I saw that the very first flash flood warning had been issued I think for Raleigh County, WV. I then peaked out the window for the very first time and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was raining the hardest I had ever seen it rain before in my whole entire life. My house was really lower than my neighbors at the time, so my yard was normally wetter then them most of the time. I kept excepting, hoping, and praying the rain would either let up and stop. It didn't. In fact it even seemed to rain heavier and heavier. For the first time in my life however I could not even see one blade of grass sticking above the water. All of my yard was under water. 100 percent of it. Even my neighbors' yards were 90 percent covered. Usually they say that all you can do is stay inside in a situation like that. But I firmly believe that if I had done so I wouldn't be here writing this diary today. Actually my next door neighbor at the time, a guy that my family really especially me whose family really hated me and my grandparents with a passion told me that the creek almost had come out of its banks in April of 2001. And that was the absolutely first time I had heard of it. Sadly I'm the talk of that community even today 6 years later. I never did anything to those people. I'm the "joke' up there. Remember the negative stereotypes of West Virginians? It's people like them who give us our bad name. I better leave it at that at the present time. But the church I went to there was by the far the best church I have ever been to. And I still visit it from time to time. They hated the way that family and their friends treated me. I love that church to death. To me it's really like home. Back to the main story at hand: While I was watching wrestling flash flood warning after flash flood warning was issued: Fayette County, Raleigh County, Mercer County, Wyoming County, heck even Bland County VA had flash flood warnings issued to them. But absolutely nothing about McDowell County. Then I checked the outside window. And it was the 2nd saddest sight that I had ever seen in my entire life. The creek was flowing out of its banks, something I never dreamed I would see in my entire life. My beloved grandparent's car was flooded in a matter of seconds. Then the 1st saddest sight came. Water had actually entered into the bottom door of my house. I actually had to get out of there and ask my arch enemies for help. That guy did so but did so very reluctantly. The only reason that he did it in my honest opinion is because God told him he had to or else. Believe me you do a lot of praying to Jesus and God when your life is in your worst enemy's hands. He and I slowly climbed up the hill to the road on the hillside. I actually thought climbing it would be much easier than what it was. I never dreamed climbing it would be so difficult even when wet. I almost fell twice. My enemy threatened both times to leave me and only very reluctantly stuck out his hand. Thank God we finally made to the road. I was huffing and puffing and exhausted. He wasn't. And that guy was laughing his butt off and me and then left saying he had to help his family. I was literally forced to stand for 2 hours in the heaviest rain I had ever seen in my life. I was scared, crying, wondering if that would be the end. All the roads into and out of that hollow were under water. Then an ATV showed up. Again a member of my enemy's family. For some reason this time he was nicer to me than his cousin. He took me to his parents who let me stay there for the evening. While I stayed at his parents I actually thought that my house had been spared. I guess I just wanted to believe positively that my house could withstand it. This husband and wife chain-smoked the whole time I was there. They had just heard their son too was flooded out and were crying profusely. I then asked them if I could check my house. They agreed to do it. I really should have stayed there but I wanted to go back so badly I wasn't rational at the time. Everything was under water. And I mean everything. But I still thought that my house had escaped because the water was still below my floor. Then I had to wait another 2 hours standing outside crying my heart out. I then went to my local Methodist church and prayed like I never did before. Then two more people came and let me stay with them as they lived on the hillside above. They were also of my enemy's family but they were the best people of that family. I actually had a good stay with them overnight. I just cannot sleep at a stranger's house. I was tossing and turning for close to 10 hours because they got up late too. Again though sadly my stay was short-lived because they told me that they had to help their flooded out daughter. I couldn't understand why they didn't trust me. I had never even done one bad thing to them. Now I realize that a main reason thwy wouldn't let me stay with them another night was because they wanted me to do my business outside instead of the camode which was not working because the city water was off but wouldn't because of two very mean biting dogs that they loved to death. Why did they love their dogs over me I wondered? I finally then got to go back to my house. But I was dead wrong in thinking that my house was spared. My grandad's "pride and joy" his riding mower flipped upside down. Mud and debris everywhere. I was forced to sleep that night in my muddy house because no one would let me stay with them. The next night another one of my enemy's family let me stay with him. Finally my family had been able to come and get me after the water receded and the roads were halfway dry. I was scared and frightened and crying myself to death inside. Finally after spending that whole time with my enemies I finally got to stay with my family and friends. I moved two houses away from my mom and step-dad. I was finally free as a bird. But May 2, 2002 the second 100 year flood in a matter of 10 months struck. My mom and step-dad were flooded out. But thank God he did spare my house this time, as it was just trickling outside my door. One more inch and my house would have been destroyed for a 2nd time. I still live in the same house today. People sort of cringe when I say this but I know it's just a matter of time before I'm flooded out, this time for good. I probably will have to leave McDowell County and relocate to the Bluewell-Brushfork-Bluefield area or to the Glenwood-Princeton area when that happens. There is a young lady in my hometown that I like a lot. Sadly when I do get flooded out I will be forced to leave her probably for good because God has blessed her and her mom with a house outside the flood plain, and even they said the May 2 flood got them with logs and coal debris. Mullens destroyed. Most of Welch destroyed. Landgraff wiped completely off the map. Kimball now with just one business in downtown even though it now has Wal-Mart. Sadly at least 8 people lost their lives because of the July 8, 2001 flood and the May 2, 2002 flood just 10 months later. Actually since it's way past my bedtime I will have to close this diary out. If you do a Google search do a McDowell County Muddy Waters Song. There will be a 5 minute song chronicling both floods. STOP MOUNTAIN TOP REMOVAL NOW! AND IF YOU'RE GOING TO LOG DO IT IN A RESPONSIBLE MANNER AND RECLAIM THE LAND! I send my heartfelt condolences to those families of lost loved ones lost durning those destructive floods. May God bless you all.
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