Fred Price – Fort Richardson

I was 12 years old and my sister was 7 on Good Friday in 1964. My dad was stationed at Fort Richardson. We lived right across from the little league fields on base. I remember that we were watching TV and all of a sudden everything in the house started to rattle and then the whole place started moving up and down. My mom freaked out but got us all outside and down on the ground. I could see the telephone poles rocking back and forth for what seemed forever then it stopped. After it was over we got up and went back into the house. There wasn’t a picture left on the walls nor a knick-knack left on anything, except for a lone ornamental egg that was on top of the TV. Figure that one out. Until that day I thought that the earth was solid ground and was unshakable. While the quake was happening, I thought the world was coming to an end. I hope never to have that feeling again.

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