We don’t get many earthquakes of any importance around here, but sometime back in the late-70’s/early-80’s, we did get one that was noticeable - it rattled the windows and knocked some things around.
A couple of days later, we made the drive down to central Kentucky, where my dad’s from (trip already planned), and the first place we always checked in at was his mom’s mom. Of course, “the big earthquake” was all the news.
“Granny,” Dad asked, “Didja make it through ‘at big earthquake ok?”
“Lawd, Delano,” she squeaked, “Why, I’s jus’ settin’ chur in mah chair, restin’ mah eyes a liddle, an’ ‘at ol’ thang came an’ knocked me right outta mah chair, an’ right ontah the floor!”
“Well, Granny, was yah alright?!”
“I’ll say I was. No sooner had I blinked mah eyes, hit came back and knocked me right back up whur I was! Hit set me right back up ‘ere, and thur I was, purdy as a pitchur, like nuthin’ had ever happened! That’s the good Lord for yah!”
