I was fast asleep on Friday night when an earthquake rumbled the hills and suburbs and further afield... apparently. As a...
...non-night-owl, my peaceful slumbers were uninterrupted by the quivering planet.
It is so nice to be quietly at home today and not trapped in a squalid refugee camp or oppressive asylum-seeker fortress, or stranded in a crowded airport, or stuck in a rather more devastated earthquake zone than here, or even standing near someone else's armpit on a crowded public bus travelling from Adelaide's central business district during the evening peak hour. But...
...I'm watching out for aftershocks
Some of Adelaide's older residents have told me about their frightening experiences of the 1954 earthquake. My house and its contents are insured for earthquakes but I do not want my porcelain to be damaged even slightly.
1 March 1954
Well, as far as I can tell, no lava is pouring down the slopes of Mount Lofty at present.
Like you this time, I slept through the 1954 earthquake as a young child.
ReplyDeleteBut I was sitting at my computer late Friday evening when, as I thought at the time, a rather overweight possum landed on the roof. Then the Grandfather clock chimes began to vibrate. The final lurch of the whole house brought the realization of an earthquake.
No damage as far as I can tell.
Dear Mr Leadbeater
ReplyDeleteThank you very much indeed for sharing your experiences about the 1954 Adelaide earthquake, and about the much more recent one.
I do hope there was no damage to your house, or the grandfather clock. I expect you will be busy now with History Week activities.
My very best wishes,
Twaklin Adelaidezone