Destroyed @ MindSay

I feel like I just got the shit kicked out of me.

I got back from my trip at 2:40; trip, overall, was very good. 

While on the bus in the parking lot, I saw the parent of M; M usually has afterschool until 5 or 6, so seeing 'mom' was not a good thing.  I got off the bus, left my suitcase and stuff behind, and ran in.

Inside, I see a little boy laying on a beanbag.  I think it is An.  Then, An walks up to me to show me a picture he's been making, so clearly that's not him.  Who is he? 
Oh, just my new student.  J, but since I already have a J, I'll call him NJ for New J.  Know nothing about him except that he's been here since Tuesday.

How is J doing, btw?  Got written up on the bus again.

And then, at about 2:55, Li comes flying back into the room, livid.  Someone laughed at him and he attacked him in the 2nd grade room, and then Cathy L restrained him to get him out, and he and Kathleen flew back here and he proceeded to kick her, throw things/at me, destroy 2 timers, take everything out of my cabinets, stomp on them, flipped 5 chairs, told me he hated me, threatened the lives of his classmates, and spit. 

Oh, and I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon to officially get T as a student.  HOLY FUCK.

I am leaving this because seeing it in writing is making me start to bawl again.  I am never taking a trip again.  I am never doing ANYTHING again.

The keyring has been destroyed.

I've cut it up into several pieces and burned the edges of some of them with a lighter.
The semi-smoldering pieces are in the bottom of the garden wheelie-bin, soon to be fully incinerated. :)
There's no point in keeping a reminder of something that's no longer there.

Thank you Dianne.
Thank you Adam.
Thank you Michelle.
Thank you Ashleigh.
Thank you Reiss.
Thank you Michaella.
Thank you Lewis.

And of course... Thank you Dixie. :)

Stronger now than eight months ago. :)

We didn't take any pictures of the major damage.  Simply because we didn't go near the major damage and the fact we were detoured around the major damage and accidents. 

 

The first picture is of down trees near someones house.  They got really lucky none of their trees went on their house!

 

The second picture is the back of my van!  It was luckly a clean shatter break!  The bad thing about it was all the glass was IN my van!

 

The third picture is of one of the down trees at the zoo!

 

the fourth picture is a destroyed bean field and the fifth picture is a destroyed corn field.  The bean field MAY have a chance of coming back on it's own but nobody knows for sure!

 

The sixth picture is one of the rural fremont NE fire trucks we followed into Fremont!  That truck doesn't get used much and is usually for parade routes only but they keep it operational when something like this happens if they need more trucks like yesterday. 

 

The seventh picture is someone's house on a country road we attempted to take.  They had down trees all over the place, busted out windows, and all that tin in their yard is from someone's tin shed.  There was no houses near them and that tin lined their tree line and one peice of the tin was up on their roof! 

 

The eight picture is of the Platte River.  Looks real pretty huh!  Well this is a very rare picture of the Platte.  Most of the time the Platte is NOT this high and is full of sandbars.  As you can see it is very high and yes a few sandbars but you are careful you can usually ride a dirt bike, fourwheeler or even walk across the platte in certain areas!  Not this year!

 

The ninth picture is someone elses farm/ranch!  their over all house was okay but their field and picket fence that lead up to their house and their corn field destroyed!

 

The tenth picture is of the detour stop sign!  As you can see it was broken in half!

 

The eleventh picture is not a very good picture but it shows an over turned upside down irrigation system.  Every other field had one like this but this was the closet we could get to one!

 

I've been away from my blog for a while, so much to catch up on reading everyone's previous blogs!!

 

There was no one particular reason to be away, life just got very busy for awhile, and being part of that can be like a hurricane sometimes. Most of the time I try to stay in the "Eye" of the storm and let everything circle around me in it's own Chaos, most times I succeed, other time's I get sucked into the vortes for awhile. This time I went in mostly by choice. I say "mostly" because it was to fight a fight brought on by our provincial government here in Nova Scotia against it's nurses. It boggles my mind that the "ivory tower" just does not get it that we are in a crisis when it comes to nurses in our province. They are doing everything in their power to alienate our nurses and one by one they are driftin away to places ready to scoop them up faster than one can say "oh crap".

 

Enough of that for now, I've been fighting the good fight, and am now lying down and saying "fine, here's your rope, go hang".

 

I wanted to put something in my Blog about this time of year and what it means to Halifax NS. It's also a Thank you sent out to Boston for what it did 90 years ago for a small city a country away when Borders didn't matter and people did!!

 

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Thursday, December 6, 1917, dawned bright and clear in Halifax. World War I raged in Europe, and the port city was busy with the movement of war ships carrying troops, relief supplies and munitions.

Around eight that morning, the Norweigan ship carrying relief supplies to Belgium, SS Imo left its mooring in Bedford Basin and headed for open sea. At about the same time, the French ship SS Mont-Blanc was heading up the harbour to moor, awaiting a convoy to accompany her across the Atlantic. A convoy was essential; this small, barely seaworthy vessel was carrying a full cargo of explosives. Stored in the holds, or simply stacked on deck, were 35 tons of benzol, 300 rounds of ammunition, 10 tons of gun cotton, 2,300 tons of picric acid (used in explosives), and 400,000 pounds of TNT.

SS Imo, a much larger and faster ship than SS Mont-Blanc, passed into the Narrows. She was travelling fast, and too close to Dartmouth when SS Mont-Blanc first spotted her. SS Mont-Blanc, not flying the regulation red flag to indicate she was carrying explosives, signalled that she was in her correct channel; SS Imo, however, signalled that she was intending to bear even further to port, closer to Dartmouth and further into SS Mont-Blanc's channel. SS Mont-Blanc signalled again that she was still intending to pass to starboard; she was by this time very close to the Dartmouth shore and travelling "dead slow."

SS Imo, however, did not swing towards Halifax, as SS Mont-Blanc expected; she signalled instead that she was maintaining her course. SS Mont -Blanc, perhaps wrongly, saw only one course open -- to swing to port, towards Halifax, across the bows of SS Imo, and thus pass starboard to starboard.

Perhaps the ships might have passed without incident, but SS Imo signalled "full speed astern." So did SS Mont-Blanc, but it was too late. Reversing her engines caused SS Imo's bow to swing right, and it struck SS Mont-Blanc -- missing the TNT, but striking the picric acid stored directly beneath the drums of benzol on deck. The impact cut a wedge in SS Mont -Blanc's side, and struck deadly sparks.

The crew of SS Mont-Blanc, aware of their cargo, immediately took to the lifeboats, screaming warnings that no one heeded. They rowed for Dartmouth, leaving the now furiously burning ship to drift towards Halifax, propelled in that direction by SS Imo's impact.

SS Mont-Blanc drifted by a Halifax pier, brushing it and setting it ablaze. Members of the Halifax Fire Department responded quickly, and were positioning their engine up to the nearest hydrant when SS Mont-Blanc disintegrated in a blinding white flash, creating the biggest man-made explosion before the nuclear age. It was 9:05am.

Over 1,900 people were killed immediately; within a year the figure had climbed well over 2,000. Around 9,000 more were injured, many permanently; 325 acres, almost all of north-end Halifax, were destroyed.

Much of what was not immediately levelled burned to the ground, aided by winter stockpiles of coal in cellars. As for SS Mont-Blanc, all 3,000 tons of her were shattered into little pieces that were blasted far and wide. The barrel of one of her cannons landed three and a half miles away; part of her anchor shank, weighing over half a ton, flew two miles in the opposite direction. Windows shattered 50 miles away, and the shock wave was even felt in Sydney, Cape Breton, 270 miles to the north-east.

There were about 20 minutes between the collision and the explosion at 9:05. It was enough time for spectators, including many children, to run to the waterfront to watch the ship burning, thus coming into close range. It was enough time for others to gather at windows, and thus an exceptionally large number of people were injured by flying glass -- 1,000 unfortunate survivors sustained eye damage.

Not surprisingly, hospitals were unable to cope with so many wounded. There was also a desperate need for housing, and the misery was compounded by the blizzard that struck the city the following day, dumping 16 inches of snow over the ruins and their sooty, oily covering.

With astounding speed, relief efforts were set in motion. Money poured in from as far away as China and New Zealand. The Canadian government gave $18 million, the British government almost $5 million, but most Haligonians remember the generosity of the state of Massachusetts, which donated $750,000 in money and goods and gave unstintingly in volunteer assistance through the Massachusetts-Halifax Relief Committee. To this day, Halifax sends an annual Christmas tree to the city of Boston in gratitude.

Gradually, Halifax was put back together, though nothing could compensate for lost lives. Within two months over 1,500 victims had been buried, some unidentified; the remaining victims were discovered only in the spring as excavation was made easier. A relief committee was set up to provide clothing, money and furniture, and this committee existed for almost 59 years. There are still a few survivors of the blast receiving pensions from the Relief Committee's fund.

Three thousand houses were repaired in the first seven weeks; in January, temporary apartments were being constructed at the rate of one every hour. Rebuilding continued apace, and a few months later, construction started on 328 houses in the area bordered by Young, Agricola, Duffus and Gottingen Streets. The houses were built from cement blocks known as hydrostones, and (with a design unusually forward-thinking for the time) had gardens with trees in front, and modern plumbing and electricity. This area, still known as the Hydrostone, is considered one of the more attractive and desirable parts of Halifax in which to live.

On Dec. 6, 1992, the Halifax Fire Department erected a monument in front of Station 6 (corner of Lady Hammond Road and Robie Street), in honour of the nine members who died attempting to fight the fire on SS Mont-Blanc.

Over eighty years later, there are few survivors left to tell their stories. But Halifax has not forgotten, and every Dec. 6 at 9am there is a service by the Memorial Bells at Fort Needham, close to where SS Mont-Blanc exploded.

A moving exhibit on the Explosion, "Halifax Wrecked," can be seen at the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic, Lower Water Street. Maritime Museum of the Atlantic - Halifax Explosion

See also "Shattered City: The Halifax Explosion and the Road to Recovery" by Janet F. Kitz.

National Archives of Canada - Virtual Exhibit: Tragedy on the Home Front

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