Today is the anniversary of the 64 Good Friday earthquake in Alaska. March 27th 1964. I know things are scary right now, ( right in the middle of the Covid-19 pandemic) but back then it seemed bad enough with our town totally knocked down and ripped up. To this day, it it still the largest earthquake ever recorded in the western hemisphere. Here is my memory that I posted over in the Anchorage group Facebook page, when asked "where were you during this?" :

I was in the back seat of a car in the driveway of a house over by the L st. apt. bldg, with my big sis and her friend. I was 8 years old and sis was stuck with me. We had just left JC Penny's, we were parked in that very space in front where that poor lady was crushed in her car while parked there, by the falling front wall face. I remember waving at her from the back seat as we pulled out and she pulled in. Less than 5 mins. later we parked and shut off the engine, next thing, I'm watching entire houses disappear to their roofs in the splitting ground, and seeing huge cracks running fast up the concrete walls of the L. St. bldg, looking like spider webs with huge chunks of wall falling off the bldg. The car was not shook but actually rocking side to side as if in a boat during a bad tide change. I remember my sisters friend yelling and wanting to get out of the car, my sis was level headed enough to say "No! Stay in the car, things won't fall on us!" For the next few minutes (which lasted forever it seemed) I just watched as the row of houses and the street that they lined moved like a snake with boxes on it's back. To think, the day started out awesome, a sunny day and I just watched an episode of "Fireball XL-5" on our black and white RCA tv, when big Sis says "Hey, want to go for a ride to Penny's with us?"