Hurricane Hazel Personal Accounts

Doug Norris will never forget

My story is short—I was only five at the time. We lived on the north edge of Weston on Lockerbie Street; my mom, Bernice, still lives there.

My most vivid memory is of watching water pouring in through the ceiling of the fruit cellar while my dad, Len, struggled to keep the sump pump going as the water rose in the basement. We were lucky and there was very little damage.

I remember my dad going with some neighbours in a boat to help look for people near the river. And I remember my mom praying at the kitchen table for safety for my dad and for the people whose houses were washed away.

Exciting and scary stuff for a five-year-old. I'll never forget.

— Doug Norris

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