On Sundays, I participate in Sunday Scribblings, a weekly writing prompt challenge. There are no rules within the challenge, however I am imposing the same rules that I follow for Five Minute Friday: Write for five minutes (or so). No editing, revising, or over thinking. Just write.
Today’s Topic: Flood
I have called Nashville home my entire life and have lived in or around Nashville all that time, with the exception of my 4 years spent in West Tennessee for college. I’m proud to be from Nashville and call it home, but a couple of years ago those feelings of pride increased ten fold.
Nashville experienced a huge flood in May 2010. I’ve heard it called a Hundred Year Flood and also a Five Hundred Year Flood. Whatever you call it, it’s one of those natural disasters that don’t occur often. Everyone in Middle Tennessee was affected in one way or another by the flood, whether it was your home or workplace flooded or even if it was just the roads that you take to get around were flooded and closed. I am thankful that no one really close to me had problems with their home being destroyed by the rising waters, but I am rare.
What makes me proud to be from Nashville now is how everyone in Nashville came together to help others out. We helped people we didn’t know and went well out of our way to make sure everyone was taken care of and received the help they need. The flood occurred around the same time as the huge oil spill in the Gulf, so the oil spill got more new coverage than the flood, but we were okay with that. We took care of our own.
The phrase, “We Are Nashville,” was born of the disaster that touched our lives in May 2010, and it speaks volumes of being a Nashvillian.
Read other Sunday Scribblings posts on the topic of ‘Flood’.
During the month of November, I am participating in the National Blog Posting Month, also known as NaBloPoMo, hosted by BlogHer. Most likely I am following these suggested prompts, but I might just get crazy and change things up every once in a while. I‘m one wild and crazy gal!
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Before the communication revolution each little community had their own history of joys and disasters. Even locally postcards were produced to record floods, storm damage and fallen trees and street parades. It is good you have written about your event that received no notice when something of world wide news value swamped it! I am sure we all have local memories of our own. They should come flooding back!
My husband and I visited Nashville a year ago, since both my son and daughter now live there. A beautiful city, and they have both decided to make it home. I am happy to know that it is such a caring community!
I feel that pride in TN, totally relate, it touches my heart. I spent the majority of my life in TX and FL, and I’d venture to say it’s collective, tied to being Southern, one of the most extraordinary ways of being I know.
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