One evening in May, 1928, we saw a cyclone approaching.  For awhile it looked like it was going to miss us, then it turned our way.  My wife and I were on the front porch.  She said to me,  "We had better get out of the house.  It is coming straight for us."  We had two babies, Thomas E. and James Paul.  She told me to take Tommie and she would take Paul, for me to go get a quilt and rap Tommie in it and we would go out in the garden with the babies and lie down on them.  Well, I was so excited that I never got my hands on Tommie.  I ran by the bed and grabbed two quilts and a feather bed and dragged them all over our garden.  After the storm passed, which didn't harm anything on our place, my wife asked me abut Tommie.  I told her I had not seen him, but I had ruined the two quilts and the feather bed.  I had mud pasted all over them.  We were lucky.  This was the worst storm that had ever come our way.  It came to a little over one fourth of a mile to us, taking farm houses and barns.  One family of eight were killed but one little girl.  A lot more people were blown away, some left with broken legs and arms.  There were lots of livestock killed.  It was indeed a terrible storm!