Floods

While watching all the flooding in Texas this year, I recalled a time of a flood in Hurricane creek. As some of you recall, when it rains in That region, at times it rains so hard and so fast the ground cant soak it up, Therefore we had flash floods.
It was 1958 or 1959. Uncle John Henry lived down the Redfield road, For some reason, my Mom was concerned about them, I never knew why. We all loaded into our 1956 pink and White Chevy. It was, big and Heavy. Thank God.
When we reached the bridge over Hurricane, it was flooded. We could see the water. My older brother, Edward said "Oh, its not too bad, I can make it, it is clear ahead". My Mom told him it was not a good idea, However she did not say NO. So across the bridge we go. Dumb idea. We saw nothing but water. Edward knew the road pretty well and perhaps there was road markers on the side. If there were, they had to be at least 6 foot tall. All I saw was muddy water, What I could see, it was dark, The car trudged on through the water, AT times it covered the headlights. It was flowing fast, all kind of debris floating past. I do not think our car ever left the road, those wheels were held in place by God.
I was terrified, None of us could swim and if the car died out, we would have been lost and swept away by the flood waters.
To make matters worse, when we got to Uncle John Henry's, no one was home. We would have spent the night, and tomorrow the water would be down. No, we had to turn around and go back through that flood.
How dumb is that? Edward was the most stubborn person I ever met, if he said it, that is the way it was.
I asked Mama why we did that, and she often told me, "I don't know what I was thinking, We could have died that night, I prayed all time we were driving through that water,"

That old car never sputtered, hydroplaned or anything, We had an angel in our car.
Did I say the road was gravel, that added to the drama, Old Red gravel Arkansas road.