by Donis Casey
Since
I write a historical mystery series set on an Oklahoma farm in the mid-1910s,
I’m always doing research about daily life in that time and place. I know how
to do laundry in an iron kettle, how to make household cleaning products, how
to grow and put up vegetables, how to harvest and make herbal remedies, and how
to slaughter a hog and preserve every last bit of the carcass. Not that I need
to, thank goodness, but I know how it’s done.
I
often discover the most amazing and unexpected things. Things that if I had
made them up, no one would believe it. When I find a historical gem I certainly
use it if I can, but sometimes the best tidbits don’t fit in with the story.
That doesn’t mean I don’t keep a record of them. If not for future use, then
for my own delight and pleasure.
One
of my novels takes place in Arizona in 1916, and I used a few historical
personages as characters. But one real person’s story, Dr. Benjamen B.
Moeur, was just getting started when the book ends. Moeur became the governor
of Arizona in 1932, at the height of the Great Depression. His most notorious
act during his governorship was to call out the Arizona National Guard in 1934
to stop construction of Parker Dam on the Colorado River. Moeur decided that
California was stealing Arizona’s water, so he sent two converted riverboats,
forty riflemen, and twenty machine gunners to stop construction. Unfortunately,
the boats ran afoul of some cable and had to be towed free by the Californians.
The sortie of the Arizona Navy was the last time one state took up arms against
another.
The
seventh installment in the Alafair
Tucker series, HellWith the Lid Blown Off, is set in Oklahoma and deals with the aftermath of
a killer storm. In a bit of strange timing, I had just finished writing the twister
scene when the 2013 storm hit Moore, Oklahoma. Or maybe that wasn't such an odd
thing after all, because living in Oklahoma means living with the possibility
of bad storms. You can't write a long series set there without eventually
writing about what it is like to live in tornado alley.
For generations, folks who live in bull’s eye country have dealt
with the reality of the situation with a certain black humor.
“Why, once, I left a pot of coffee on the stove during a twister, and
when I emerged from the cellar the stove and coffee pot had blown away and left
the coffee floating in mid-air.”
“Lightning struck the house and it went up in flames, but the
twister sucked all the water out of the cow pond and dumped it right on the fire
and put it out before it burned to the ground.”
But reality is just as bizarre as fiction when it comes to
tornados. When I wrote about a killer storm, I didn’t need to exaggerate. In a
twisted way, it was useful for the story that I have a lot of first hand
knowledge of the hideous things that can occur when a tornado strikes. I’ve
seen or read or heard about:
·
A body found completely
wrapped in barbed wire.
·
The fact that the wind in
a tornado is so strong that you can’t breathe or even close your eyes.
·
A board that nailed itself
to a man’s back.
·
A child who was blown
three miles and found alive in the mud.
Oh, and by the way, a twister really can suck all the water
out of a small pond.
4 comments:
Yikes! Great post, Donis, and thank you for the eye-opening look at tornadoes and your inspiration for your mysteries.
I live in Nebraska. Nuff said!
Thanks, Susan. Enjoy your blog, by the way. And Brigid, I empathize. After I moved to AZ, my shoulders relaxed for the first time in my life.
Interesting post. I'm in NW Arkansas now. Moved here four years ago. I'm not yet used to the tornado warnings and the threat of severe weather.
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