National Geographic : 1964 Jul
With the children taken care of, I turned to poor Bozie, our dog. He was whimpering and shivering, and I tried to coax him up the cliff, but he wouldn't come. I had to leave him, and it hurt, but there was nothing else to do. We still had a treacherous climb ahead ourselves. At the top there was still a steep, sheer rim which I really don't think I could have scaled by myself. But many willing hands hauled us up quickly. I remember thinking, why, I don't even have to help, they can just lift me as an inert bundle. Once over the top of what was left of our street I saw Wanda Mead, her face so strained 146 and white, and told her about her two chil dren. Then we were hurried to a car, and be fore I could look around at what was left of our lovely street, we were whisked away. The man driving, Harold Rhett, took us to his home a few blocks away. There we were rushed inside and wrapped in many blankets. Earth Continues to Tremble We must have lain on the Rhetts' couch about an hour. The biggest job was trying to warm up. We were shaking, but there was no heat or electricity, so we were unable to warm anything hot to drink.