Wherein I Reminisce About Great Earthquakes I Have Known

Before I was CTJen, I was SoCalJen. While I was there, I was in dozens of earthquakes, but 2 quakes stand out in my mind. The first was the Sierra Madre quake for which I had a front row seat, having just moved to Sierra Madre to live my friend (and her parents) so I could attend Pasadena City College. This quake, while just a 5.6, was extremely violent. I remember it felt as though the floor dropped out beneath me. Thankfully, the shaking only lasted for a few seconds. It made a terrible mess though.

The second was the Northridge quake, a 6.7. Luckily we were far enough away from the epicenter of that quake to only feel it as a gentle rolling which lasted for what about 90 seconds or so. Where we lived (in Lancaster) we did not experience first hand any of the awful devastation which the valleys below us suffered greatly. Still, it was pretty scary for us since much of the infrastructure which connected the High Desert with the rest of Southern California was severely damaged.

Both of these earthquakes (well, all of the earthquakes I experienced while living in SoCal) were utterly terrifying and are among the many reasons I no longer live in Southern California, but they pale in comparison to the 8.9 quake which rocked Japan today. The devastation there is just breathtaking. I urge you, if you haven’t already, to go to Peacewinds America (or the aid organization of your choice) and give what you can.

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4 thoughts on “Wherein I Reminisce About Great Earthquakes I Have Known

  1. Speaking of CA, here’s a funny for you…the hubster refuses to set foot in CA (past the fault line) because he’s convinced that the day he does, the big one will hit and everything will break off into the ocean. lol Now, this is the same man who loves to go to Yellowstone National Park. You should have seen his face when I explained to him that his favorite spot is actually a giant volcano that could potentially erupt again. hee. I so mean.

  2. Events like these reinforce how lucky we Ontarians are. We seldom see extreme weather possibly with thanks to the moderating influence of the Great Lakes. I cannot imagine the extreme misery that so many Japanese citizens are living in now.

  3. You know my first memory of an earthquake? It was when I was a young’un, May 2, 1983 (I had to look that up), the Coalinga quake, which had a 6.5 magnitude. My family was living in Atascadero, and I was still at school though it was after school hours. My mom was at a PTA meeting, so the other kids and I were out playing on the playground. The reason I have such a strong memory of this quake is because I didn’t feel it; I was on the swing!

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