Remembering Hurricane Carol:
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    Wareham, MA

    I can't believe it has been 50 years since Hurricane Carol.

    I was 6 years old and we were vacationing in Wareham on Cape Cod (some people don't consider it the Cape because you don't have to go over a bridge to get there) and I have some very vivid memories of the hurricane. We were on the second week of our two week summer vacation with beautiful weather every day. One of my Aunts (we never vacationed alone) thought it would be nice if we had a little rain and sure enough the next morning it was raining. Little did we know that this was to be the beginning of a very scary experience.

    As the day progressed and things got worse we left the cottage we were renting and went to my Uncles house which was a more solid structure. As the water began to rise my uncle assured us that the water never came over the sea wall that was between the Bay & his house. As the water came over the wall he assured us that the water would never make it up to the house since there was a rise of about 5 feet between the top of the wall and the back steps.

    As the water began lapping at the base of the steps it was decided we should seek higher ground. By that time it was women & children first and they had to take us out in boats. A very exciting ride since there were propane tanks floating in the water which as far as I was concerned, at the age of 6, might as well have been torpedoes.

    The experience at the school was most harrowing since we were separated from my father and didn't know when we would see him again. We of course did and when the hurricane was over we returned to our cottage which had turned around and the porch had blown away. The cottage next to ours had collapsed into nothing but a pile of sticks. My uncles house was fine and as luck would have it the water never did come over the back steps.

    We decided to cut a vacation short and return to our home in East Boston. These are but a few of the memories either real or formulated from stories told that I have of hurricane Carol.


    Paul Pagliarulo Northeastern University