It was quite frightening for a seven year old to stand at the back coor on Tremont St. and watch the big trees bending over as the Tornado roared down Coldwater Rd. My Dad was in the back yard trying to put the canvas back on the ole wooden speed boat. My Mother was yelling over the noise of the wind. "Forget that dang boat and get back in here." I remember walking the mile to my Grandparents' house on Dowagiac and seeing all of the torn up cars and trees. I remember one house had pink walls in the dining room which was in the middle of the house. All of the outside walls were gone.