It's been 79 years. It was
January, 1937. The town of Lawrenceburg,
Indiana, just west of Cincinnati, received between 6-12 inches of rain within
the last week. Add to that melting snow,
and you have the recipe for disaster.
The heavy
rains and the melting snow caused the Ohio River Basin, stretching from
Pennsylvania to the Mississippi River to reach the highest levels
recorded. The river had peaked at around
65 feet in February, 1832 and 68 feet in the flood of 1883. The follow year, the river crested at a
little over 71 feet, leaving Lawrenceburg buried under more than 6 feet of
water. None of this compared to the
disaster that Mother Nature and weak levees would bring in 1937, when the Ohio
River crested at 82 feet and 6 inches.
Every home in Lawrenceburg, even those on high ground were submerged
under several feet of muddy Ohio River water for over two weeks.
My mother
was 16 at the time of the Ohio River Flood.
Her family was split up and sent to private homes outside the ravages of
the flood waters to sit out the disaster. She remembers being sent by train
with her mother to Indianapolis where they lived in the state fairgrounds until
it was safe to come home. Her dad did not even know where they were until he
saw a copy of a newspaper with their photo.
They were playing cards at the fairgrounds. At least he finally knew where they were and
that they were safe. To the day she
died, she hated eating rice, because that was about all they had to eat while
they were in Indianapolis.
The flood
destroyed most of the supply routes into town.
The B&O tracks were mangled like pieces of spaghetti and the main
roads were washed out. Supplies had to
be trucked and then ferried to the city.
The Coast Guard was present to help with the rescue attempts,
the Red Cross was overwhelmed with requests for aid and the local distilleries
were turned into makeshift hospitals and eating/meeting places. The muddy, unclean water of the Ohio reached
the second floor of most lower lying homes and businesses. Dysentery and water borne diseases were
rampant. There was one – only one –
building was able to stay out of the water of the Great Flood—it was a filling
station near the boundary of Lawrenceburg and Greendale.
Finally, the
waters receded enough for families to come home and inspect the damage. Mom’s childhood home was destroyed and all of
their belongings were destroyed. They
rebuilt on the same site and that house is still standing. I grew up next to it.
How do you
put your life back together after everything you knew and loved was
destroyed? How do you put the fear behind you every time there is a rainstorm or a warm stretch that melts the winter snow? Tall, strong levees were built around the town to keep the muddy Ohio from repeating its assault. As the years passed, the memory of the ’37 Flood has faded and life has reached a new normal.
destroyed? How do you put the fear behind you every time there is a rainstorm or a warm stretch that melts the winter snow? Tall, strong levees were built around the town to keep the muddy Ohio from repeating its assault. As the years passed, the memory of the ’37 Flood has faded and life has reached a new normal.
Hopefully, that will be the
last of the disasters that face the people of this sleepy Hoosier town.
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