Roiling Springs
•April 9, 2025•
by Janet Roney
I remember the moment clearly. It was a cloudless summer day about forty years ago. Our family was eating lunch on the screened back porch after spending the morning walking beans.
First, we heard a low rumble. Then, in quick succession, the work clothes drying on the line in the backyard began bouncing up and down, the table shook, the spoons rattled in the serving dishes, and, finally, our dog, Ernie Bob, howled and ran under the bushes by the back door.
Someone yelled “Earthquake!” I remember holding onto the table to keep the dishes from rattling without success. Long after the rumbling stopped and the dishes settled down, the clothesline continued to shimmy.
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