Deb Kuehn

Written Memory

August 17, 2017

I have so many memories of June 9, 1972 and the days following. A sister of a friend arrived at our house about midnight. They had walked over the hill but couldn't get home. Dad woke me to see if they could stay with us. "Sure it's flooding and she can't get home." The rest of the night we sat at the counter with the phone receiver to our ear waiting for a dial tone. About 0300 Dad said he was going up the "H2O hill" to see what he could see from a higher spot. While he was gone the buzz on the phone quit. I was surprised and blew into the phone receiver. A surprised voice on the other end said "Hello." As surprised I replied "Hello." The caller said "Is Mr. Kuehn there. This is from Minneapolis Star Tribune. We've been trying to reach Mr. Cannon and can't. (They were in their attic). We've heard there's a flood and are trying to decide if we should send a reporter in the morning?" I said "Yes I have people sitting here who saw people die in a parking lot 3 blocks from the creek (Safeway parking lot). Therefore I "dispatched the Minneapolis Star Tribune" to come cover the flood.