In 1983, a 100-year flood was no match for a community united
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Rochelle HaleApril 13, 2023
I remember this unbelievable event. We lived south of downtown, but we still filled sandbags in our neighborhood as a precaution. I was pregnant, but my husband headed out to help with whatever was needed. Our son was born later in the year and was blessed on a day when winter snow came early, a precursor to a cold, wet winter for 1983-84 as well.
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