A few days ago I responded to Knute’s Crosscut post about Puget Sound’s numerous natural hazards by letting him know about this project. He responded by sharing a couple quake tales of his and his father’s, starting with the Valentine’s Day 1946 earthquake:
My father had a great story about that. He was scrubbing for surgery at Virginia Mason; when the quake hit, the doctor next to him jumped up and sat in the sink! After the quake, my dad asked him why he took cover that way. The other doctor replied that he’d seen major quake devastation in Manila, and the building had collapsed, but their plumbing was still standing intact, with sinks, bathtubs and toilets hanging up in the air from the pipes. He said he promised himself that if he was ever in a major quake, he’d get into the nearest bathtub so he wouldn’t go down with the building.
And I well remember the ’65 quake. I was at before-school orchestra practice at John Muir elementary. Our teacher, Mr. Bloom (who looked just like Richard Nixon) continued to tune a violin throughout the quake telling us all to be calm. I put my French horn over my head for protection as cracks appeared in the ceiling of the school lunchroom overhead.