Your Hugo Stories
Letters from Indiana
Hello, recently my Aunt, who lives in Columbia, passed on that The State is looking for stories about Hurricane Hugo and that I may want to share my experience. My story is definitely not as scary or profound as those who went through the storm, but it goes to show how far the stories of Hugo, ...
Your Hugo Stories
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
Why parents get gray!
Hurricane Hugo is one we will NEVER forget. We were all bracing ourselves for the onslaught, not knowing what to expect. As the Hurricane headed toward the S.C , coast, my husband and I were glued to the TV waiting for any news that we could hear.
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
The show must go on in Columbia
The weather report said that we could probably hold the 8 p.m. show and finish it before Hugo posed a great danger to the theatre in Columbia. We indeed did hold the show that evening.
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
Safe to come out when the cows come home
There have been many stories about animals sensing danger and knowing in advance about approaching storms, etc. I think I witnessed an example of this.
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
Riding it out in Eastover
At the time Hugo hit I was in middle school and living just out side of Eastover, half way between Columbia and Sumter.
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
Praying, praying, and praying some more
I was seven years old and initially was asleep when the storm began, but a couple hours into the storm I work up when I heard branches snap.
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
A view from the Omni Hotel
In September 1989, I was a senior geology major at the College of Charleston.
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YOUR HUGO STORIES
Touring Garden City
The dazzling sunlight and brilliant blue waves pounding the sand vividly gave contrast to the chaotic scene that lay along the way as we gingerly walked down Waccamaw Avenue.
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The beginning of a whole new neighborhood
I was living in Charleston and working as a nurse at Southern Pines Hospital. That evening on 2nd shift we heard the news as warning to evacuate!
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Happy to provide refuge from the storm
Two days before the storm, my longtime friend and Charleston native called, “Can you take us all?” she asked. “Sure, we’ll find places for everybody somewhere,” I answered as I as assessed my modest abode.




