Courtesy of Mostly Cajun, I am reminded that Hurricane Audrey blew into town on this day in 1957. I was three years old and I remember the hurricane. It's one of my earliest memories. Kind of a snapshot, disjointed and dimmed with time, but it's there.
Dad was a telephone man and had to leave shortly after the storm to go south with crews to help restore communications. I remember him standing in the back yard, throwing shingles into the woods beyond the back fence. He wore a plaid shirt.
Audrey's name was retired and will never again be used to denote a hurricane in the Atlantic basin. It was a bad storm, so bad that the damage Audrey caused wasn't surpassed until the twin disasters of Katrina and Rita in 2005.