Book Board Chat

I've always loved thunder and lightening, but my grandmother was so frightened that she would hide in the back of a closet. When I was very young, I thought it was funny, but my mother told me this story. When grandma was little they lived in Superior, Wisconsin. There was a lightening storm and her mother and brothers and sister were frightened which made her father angry. He said God sent the storms to help the farmers, and what God sent wouldn't harm you. So he went out on the porch and (of course) was struck by lightening. It didn't kill him but it turned him into a religious fanatic who gave away everything they had to the church. Often there wasn't enough to eat. He didn't live too long after that, but I could see why grandma was so scared and I was much more sympathetic after that.