The text came early Sunday Morning from our Church Bishop. Church services were cancelled. Overnight the river had overflown and flooded about 15 homes in our community. Our beloved Bishop said , "Today we are not going to just talk about service, we are going to go out and serve. " He instructed us to go help our community members in need.
So my daughter and I donned our rain boots and came armed with shovels and buckets. These boots were so essential; everyone should have a pair. Many came with just tennis shoes.
We got to the scene and soon realized that there wasn't enough work yet. The heavy equipment hadn't come on scene yet. They needed to suck out water out of the homes and yards, before we could get in there to haul away things. There were lakes in front of and in back of their homes and lakes inside their homes. Thirty sheep were lost in the floods. Another 30 homes in our general community were flooded. A trailer park was flooded and people were evacuated by boats.
So we went home and baked for several hours. We knew that people would be hungry. We made about 10 dozen cookies.
When we got back to the scene, the road was blocked off, so that the heavy equipment could do their work. All of the labor and machinery was donated, and people were happy to be of assistance.
We mainly hauled away wrecked items. We hauled away sheetrock and insulation. We sandbagged. People were there trying to save what they could and were washing off items. Mostly, if it was in their basements, it was a total loss --- photos, genealogy, wedding dresses. One of the men I knew (our LDS Stake Patriarch) had his home flooded and he was going around with a smile. I told him how sorry I was, and he replied, "It is just things, but I wish I had flood insurance."
The young were there to help as well as the old.
There was no waiting around for the government to help. It was just neighbors helping their neighbors. Women from the community brought food, as well as the Red Cross.
The news agency from 2 hours north came to report. This is my daughter to the right and a family friend.
People worked and worked and even worked when it began to hail and rain again.
I could have taken pictures that showed the devastation more clearly, but out of respect for their loss, I didn't.
This is the community that I have lived in for the past seven years. I cried when I moved here and I will cry when I will leave in two weeks. I am moving to a much larger community where I will miss this kind of community spirit.