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Reading for FCE (olympiad) //** Fur Industry **// Earthquake Stories **In Snohomish for the Nisqually **

I was living in Snohomish, Washington, about 75 miles north, and it was my day off. I lived in an apartment complex that had huge iron chains about five inches around between brick posts instead of a fence. I had never seen these chains move.

On the morning of the earthquake I was standing by the street drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette with a good friend. Suddenly there was a strange sound and the huge iron chains I had thought immobile began swinging.

My neighbor ran out of her apartment screaming and before I understood what was happening it was over.

I included the image of what a pendulum drew in sand during the quake.

By Cole Cunningham **Nisqually Quake **

I’m 18 now, but back then I was 10 or 11 and in the 4th grade. I remember walking into the computer lab, my favorite class of the day. Everything was going normal, my friends and I goofing off in the back of the classroom without computers. However soon everything started shaking. We all looked around wildly, wondering what could be the problem. I recall my friend saying “is this an earthquake?” and without hesitation I began to scream in my high pitched preteen voice “EARRRRRTTTHHHHQUAAAAKEEE!!!!”

We all dove underneath the computer desks as the shaking got worse. This was the first time in my life that I can recall ever swearing when scared .tBy the time it was over, we had two e-macs (yeah, remember those big things?) fall to the ground, and everyone was visibly shaken. Right away everyone was called to their homerooms, and one by one parents started showing up to pick up their kids.

I live up on Beacon Hill, and nothing was even remotely damaged at my house. The only noticeable thing was my cat seemed to generally be scared shitless.

By Brian Traverso**Two Earthquake Stories From Knute Berger **

Here is a couple quake tales of mine and my father’s and I'll start 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.


 * 1) 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.