Just before day dawned Will, Mr. Petsch’s man, came to see about putting their horses in our barn, as the roof had blown off of theirs, but as ours was so unsafe Peter had taken the horses to Mr. Alind’s . Will said it was fortunate we had not tried to go to Mr. Petsch’s with the children, as they would certainly have perished. Mr. Laurence, and he had taken Miss Laurence to her brother’s, and familiar as he was with all Hermosa, in getting back to the barn he lost his way, and was two hours finding it. I hear at last he found the cypress hedge and by holding on one tree till he could reach another he crawled along and at last reached shelter. I only think, if we had tried to go.
Later Mr. Petsch came to us, his eyes full of tears, “Oh Mrs. Turner” he said ” My beautiful place is destroyed. The work of five years gone in only one night.” Everything stripped bare and torn down. They had so wished we were there all night. Their house is safe as possible, low, and built of concrete. At last it was morning. The wind ceased and we could see the desolation. Hermosa the beautiful had ceased to be. Every tree stripped, not only of it’s fruit, but of every leaf, and many twisted and torn down. The earth was covered with fruit, thousands of lemons and oranges strewed the ground. And our house, Our beautiful home ruined. No possible description can give any idea of the looks of the house. The library was very dusty and the walls badly cracked, but it looked natural. But in the dining room the sand and dust lay all over the floor two inches deep and in many places drifted deeper. We pushed it up with a broom into piles and shoveled it out in dustpans full, twenty or thirty. The walls, even the ceiling, covered with dust, and the boarded door and window added to the changed appearance. In the parlor everything was one color, you could not see the color or figure of the carpet and the walls are dreadfully cracked. I fear the plastering will have to fall. Our pretty parlor is ruined. The hall is all grey, but how glad we are that it was not finished, no carpet there. Then upstairs – Oh it was too sad. We went into the children’s pretty blue room – The dust was so thick on the mattings you could not tell what was on the floor while the paper and ceiling were covered with thick dust. It was the same in our room only one degree less thick. Then we went to Millie’s room and there was the worst havoc. Again we rejoiced over what has been an annoyance. No carpet, no paper, but the north windows were blown out entirely, and the lower west window. The mattress on the bed was doubled together, and one pillow was there, but the sheets, spread, blankets and comforter, were gone, also the pillows, and some dresses of Millie’s all gone entirely. Blown out of the window. We found these things over in Mr. Petsch’s where were also an oilcan, washtub and some other things.
Tomorrow. More of the aftermath of the wind.