Barrington, RI

I was 5 years old, in Barrington, when Carol struck. We lived on Bay Road, halfway between Gov. Bradford and Highland, and the water had come up from the beach about to Chachapacassett Rd.

In our yard, we had an arched trellis providing the access between the back to front yards, and I remember the wind had blown it over, so for a little girl, I had to climb over it to get to the front yard. Our house was plastered with debris - salt spray, and shards of maple leaves, mostly, and for days it seemed my parents were hosing it off with the garden hose ( no pressure wash in those days, I guess.)

At the beach, the little house used at the entrance had blown or washed away, as had all the benches ( in those days ) in front of where the cars park. My dad lugged home some of the lumber that had washed halfway up the street and built us a picnic table for the back yard. I wish I had pictures of the beach area from then - it would have been quite a disaster area.

Phyllis (Securo) Thibault, now in Stowe, VT