Day the Dam Broke

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CHAPTER     THREE
The Day the Dam Broke
My memories of what my family and I went through during the 1913 flood in. Ohio I would gladly forget. And yet neither the hardships we endured nor the turmoil and confusion we ex¬ perienced can alter my feeling toward my na¬ tive state and city. I am having a fine time now and wish Columbus were here, but if anyone ever wished a city was in hell it was during that frightful and perilous afternoon in 1913 when the dam broke, or, to be more exact, when everybody in town thought that the dam broke. We were both ennobled and demoralized by the experience. Grandfather especially rose to magnificent heights which can never lose their splendor for me, even though his reactions to the flood were based upon a profound misconcep-
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