Unfortunately, Polly, I remember that. I was 4 years old and we lived on top of Anthony Hill in Portsmouth. My mother took us up to the third floor to watch the houses at Island Park (part of Portsmouth). Waves would come in and swirl the houses around and break them apart. Trees were crashing down in our yard. It was very frightening but the worst part for me was the Typhoid shot we all had to have because of a fear of contaminated water. My father worked at the Torpedo Station at the time so we didn't see him until very late at night. The next day as he chopped up trees with an ax I got in his way and he put the ax into his foot! He actually drove over the Mount Hope Bridge to Little Compton to see the family doctor. He had to go that way as the Stone Bridge was washed out. A memory which has never left me after all these years. Judy