Lived at Hillsdale when I was in second grade. We had no cellar so Mr. Greene, across the road, invited us to spend the night with him and his family in theirs. After that night mamma swore she would not spend another minute in a storm cellar. We never did. If dad was at home we would get into the old Buick and drive. If dad was at work we would sit out on the porch and watch the action. Never said we were a bright bunch. Praying for you all, John