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The Northridge Earthquake was 25 years ago today.
We lived in Van Nuys, about 4 miles from the epicenter of the quake. I was 13, my brother was 9, and my sister 5.
It was insane. I woke up to my entire shelving unit and ceiling mounted speaker just laying on top of me, completely covered by shit. Just laid there under the pile under the 1st round of shaking stopped. Once we got out of the room and into the hallway, discovered that my sister's door was jambed shut from a dresser flying across the room and tipping over. Parents got her out.
All 5 of us were in the livingroom hallway when the next round of shaking hit. Watched the kitchen table jump up off the floor and crash back down over and over, it was at least 2' in the air. The shaking sounded like a freight train. Once that subsided, we stumbled thru all the spilled and broken stuff on the floor and made it out the front door. No power, everything pitch black. No cell phones for the most part back then either. All the neighbors were running around screaming, checking on each other. Some had flashlights.
Neighbor across the street had a generator he fired up and set up a little black and white TV on his front yard, everyone gathered around and watched the news as the aftershocks continued to roll thru, some only minutes apart. Original reports were that the magnitude was over 7.0 that morning. It was dark as hell, but you could see all the stars - which was the first time I ever saw a sky full of stars, living in the middle of Van Nuys. You could see the glow of fires in the distance.
My dad hopped in our RV and tried to take it to get gas, so we had fuel to run the generator. Most gas stations were without power and you couldn't get gas. He found a station that had power, people were practically fighting over the pumps.
As the sun came up, we started looking at the destruction around us. Every block wall in the backyard that ran "east - west" had fallen, you could see 30 housed down across the entire street from your backyard. Dogs and animals were everywhere going nuts. Everyones chimney's had blown apart and seperated from their houses. Some peoples patio covers and front porches had collapsed. My dads cars in the driveway had moved 3-4 feet, his Chevelle had rotated almost 45 degrees and the ass end of the car was sitting square on the neighbors lawn by a tree.
Nobody had earthquake supplies for shit.....
Most stores were closed, everyone was mobbing open buisinesses trying to get all the water and food they could. The local Helm's bakery delivery guy was driving around handing out free donuts from whatever stock he had.
I remember trying to roller blade around the neighborhood to look at the damage later that day, and the aftershocks would hit out of nowhere, strong enough to knock me on my ass. We lived in the motorhome for about a week, terrified to sleep in the house. My grandmother lived in valencia, which was almost completely cut off from access due to the freeway collapse. Traffic was horrible.
We learned a few days later that several of my classmates from St Bridget's school had died in the Northridge meadows apartment collapse. I don't remember going back to school for a few weeks. Teams of inspectors were canvassing the neighborhoods and checking houses, many were yellow tagged and red tagged. Crazy experience I will never forget, as a 13 year old. Remember it like it was yesterday.
We lived in Van Nuys, about 4 miles from the epicenter of the quake. I was 13, my brother was 9, and my sister 5.
It was insane. I woke up to my entire shelving unit and ceiling mounted speaker just laying on top of me, completely covered by shit. Just laid there under the pile under the 1st round of shaking stopped. Once we got out of the room and into the hallway, discovered that my sister's door was jambed shut from a dresser flying across the room and tipping over. Parents got her out.
All 5 of us were in the livingroom hallway when the next round of shaking hit. Watched the kitchen table jump up off the floor and crash back down over and over, it was at least 2' in the air. The shaking sounded like a freight train. Once that subsided, we stumbled thru all the spilled and broken stuff on the floor and made it out the front door. No power, everything pitch black. No cell phones for the most part back then either. All the neighbors were running around screaming, checking on each other. Some had flashlights.
Neighbor across the street had a generator he fired up and set up a little black and white TV on his front yard, everyone gathered around and watched the news as the aftershocks continued to roll thru, some only minutes apart. Original reports were that the magnitude was over 7.0 that morning. It was dark as hell, but you could see all the stars - which was the first time I ever saw a sky full of stars, living in the middle of Van Nuys. You could see the glow of fires in the distance.
My dad hopped in our RV and tried to take it to get gas, so we had fuel to run the generator. Most gas stations were without power and you couldn't get gas. He found a station that had power, people were practically fighting over the pumps.
As the sun came up, we started looking at the destruction around us. Every block wall in the backyard that ran "east - west" had fallen, you could see 30 housed down across the entire street from your backyard. Dogs and animals were everywhere going nuts. Everyones chimney's had blown apart and seperated from their houses. Some peoples patio covers and front porches had collapsed. My dads cars in the driveway had moved 3-4 feet, his Chevelle had rotated almost 45 degrees and the ass end of the car was sitting square on the neighbors lawn by a tree.
Nobody had earthquake supplies for shit.....
Most stores were closed, everyone was mobbing open buisinesses trying to get all the water and food they could. The local Helm's bakery delivery guy was driving around handing out free donuts from whatever stock he had.
I remember trying to roller blade around the neighborhood to look at the damage later that day, and the aftershocks would hit out of nowhere, strong enough to knock me on my ass. We lived in the motorhome for about a week, terrified to sleep in the house. My grandmother lived in valencia, which was almost completely cut off from access due to the freeway collapse. Traffic was horrible.
We learned a few days later that several of my classmates from St Bridget's school had died in the Northridge meadows apartment collapse. I don't remember going back to school for a few weeks. Teams of inspectors were canvassing the neighborhoods and checking houses, many were yellow tagged and red tagged. Crazy experience I will never forget, as a 13 year old. Remember it like it was yesterday.