zaterdag 25 maart 2017

Alice Lingo Conger -- 25 maart 1913

• Alice Lingo Conger (?-1929) schreef in haar dagboek over de overstroming in Dayton, Ohio, van 1913.

March 23, 1913. Easter Sunday. Rained all morning.

Monday, March 24, 1913 — [...] in the evening the rain simply poured down during the evening, waited half an hour for it to stop, but finally had to go in it.

Tuesday, March 25 — About 8 a.m. we began to hear reports of a flood. The Fifth Street Bridge reported washed away…water was up to High Street at Fifth and Eagle and McLean. Men were rescuing people from buildings, where the water was getting into the second stories. Saw people out on the roofs of houses. Some were shooting guns to attract the rescuers…we could see water as far as possible to see, could see a fire blazing, supposed to be Bauman’s bakery. It rained most of the afternoon and all night. After dark we could see fires in different parts of the city. The stockyards all under water. No mail or papers.

Wednesday, March 26 — (Noon) it has begun to rain again. People are being taken care of in the churches. Hundreds of people are reported drowned. This evening we were warned not to use the natural gas. It’s rained hard all afternoon, still raining at 10 p.m. Mrs. Frank, across the street, has heard nothing from her husband since yesterday morning. We can see the light in the sky now from a fire. Gov. Cox has sent three carloads of the state militia, they landed at Fifth and Huffman. Xenia and Springfield have raised money and sent in carloads of provisions. On Tuesday the cash register (NCR) made boats, turned out one every five minutes.

Thursday, March 27—Cold and snow in the early morning - went out to the fairgounds - saw buildings in the street. Houses and all kinds of rubbish floating in the water. Saw men rescuing people in boats everywhere. On our return…we were met with cries of “To the hill, the water is coming” and people running. I got my children, came in our house and grabbed a pocketbook and started for the hill…there was a steady stream of people going up the hill carrying babies, bundles of every discription, automobile loads, wagon loads, buggies, horses, heavy wagons, people with quilts around them, sick people being carried and hauled, hysterical women, I think myself included. In a few minutes, it was decided it was a false alarm and (we) started back down the hill.

Friday, March 28—Temperature about 50 degrees. Sunshine. Went to church, helped to get meals for refugees…No one is allowed to pass through the flood district without a pass. The city is under martial law. Supplies are coming in from other cities. People came to the church all day inquiring about people who have been separated from them by the flood… Mr. Gayer said this evening that he helped get out eight dead bodies at the Wayne Avenue Market House and…helped get out 10 from a lumber pile.


Sunday, March 30—Sunshine, temperature about 68 degrees. Heard the bugle call about 5:30 a.m., went to sleep again and was awakened in about an hour by soldiers trotting past the house, two abreast; they turned into the schoolyard, where they are stationed. The streets and the city are full of soldiers.
We started downtown…were stopped twice after we reached the flooded district, by soldiers, and asked where we were going…Commercial Street looks like the bed of the river, some parts were washed out. Fifth Street was filled with all kinds of debris, frame buildings were washed into the street…great piles of lumber were in the streets and the black slimey mud was everywhere…the asphalt streets are torn up in places and sidewalks are bulging. The rubbish in the street is so covered with mud it’s impossible to tell what most of it is.


I can’t begin to describe all we saw, but on Main Street we saw the building that collapsed, and bodies will surely be found where it is cleared away…saw many dead horses that had battled for their lives as they were bruised and bleeding; there were eight in one place on South Jefferson Street…Everybody tells of seeing horses trying to save themselves by swimming, some managed to get into buildings…a mother gave birth to a baby in (a rescuer’s) boat, and mother and child both died. We hear of many such cases, many babies have been born at the NCR.


Tuesday, April 1—Sunshine, windy, warm. We walked downtown and went to Susan’s. They had two front rooms hung full of sheets and towels that had been in the water and they had to wash them several times to get the mud out. We get two deliveries of mail a day now.

Sunday, April 6 — [...] The river is quite low again, one would hardly imagine it had wrought the destruction evident on every hand.

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