Robert Clifford

Written Memory

September 25, 2015

Being here first, us Indians lived along beautiful Rapid Creek, until the creek climbed higher than our houses. Awakened, we started to grab our stuff, but it was too late. On the hillside above the flooding creek, us survivors stood like mud wrestlers: ghostly remnants of a superstorm. Replacement homes along the creek was not an option, where 260 humans perished that night.