The ocean came to Charlotte once.
On Sept. 22, 1989, Hurricane Hugo made landfall in Charleston, S.C., in Category 4 glory. When the storm reached Charlotte, 85 miles away, he still packed hurricane-strength winds. I woke up after 3 a.m. to find my cat, Cybill, and turned on the radio.
(Side note: We had TVs back then.)
I stepped outside. The wind seemed to push and pull at once, the heavy smell of salt water all around. The sky glowed a menacing sea-green then yellow. Trees snapped and transformers blew to punctuate Hugo’s howling winds.
Today’s challenge word, ocean, isn’t easy unless a hurricane decides to make landfall 85 miles from the coast (reports of seabirds in Charlotte fascinated me – they’d been swept up in the storm and carried inland.)
The toy above has a cool story that has nothing to do with hurricanes.
But it has an ocean. This toy belonged to Elise first, then Marie. We tried to get rid of it – maybe 16 times. Grace had it, too. With it, they all learned words, facts, numbers and music from around the world. Across the globe and oceans and continents.
If I have it my way, we’ll have it forever.