This past storm on Thursday January 4, 2018 — turned out to be a record breaker in the worst of ways. We live in a small town on the across the bay from Logan Airport, and the tide was the highest ever recorded in Boston Harbor, since they started recording tides. The tide was actually higher than the massive storm in 1978 which still loomed in my mind as a the record breaker of all time, even though the snow record was broken years back. We now have a new memory of chaos to take its place.
Actually braved this storm of storms with a failed seawall because of time and permits, and endless red tape. Sparing most of the gory details I will just say, in December I had a conference call with three (3) state agencies and the army core of engineers. Took over a month to organize this call, and not one them would agree to come out and see the state of my wall and yard with the dangers they continue to pose. And yes I’ve got proof they said no via documentation in email.
A few doors down, my neighbor with a new seawall which I highly suspect isn’t completely legal was flooded as well. Actually all of us were. In 1978, only we flooded, my dad could not get his car out and we lost it.
On Thursday, water came up so fast and in both sides of our cellar. I tried to protect our furnace and my mother trooper that she is went out to save her car with the help of a couple of neighbors — they shoveled so she could pull it up into the curb cut/up onto the sidewalk or pavement.
The water on the beach next door, went over the town seawall newly built in 1999 and starting to break apart. The water hit the street level fence.
We called 911 but they never came. They had a fire to put out in another part of town, folks to evacuate, and one of the town fire trucks got stuck.
However, I heard and I truly hope my source is mistaken that our town did not call in everyone in the fire department to help because they did not want to pay overtime, even though they pay overtime to the Dept. of Public Works (DPW) folks plowing and the police officers that escort the plows during major storms. Update: Our electrician came yesterday 1/8/18–and said he had heard that as well but was listening to the fire dept. on the local scanner and heard the chief call everyone available into help.
In our town, we share 911 and emergency dispatch with another city–Metro North Regional Emergency Communications Center. Every time we called they lied and said help was on the way. We learned there was a list. Day grew into night, they could not tell us where we were on the list and lied once. We slept in our clothes thinking they might arrive overnight.
On Friday, after 24 hours — our Fire Chief called and left a mess. for my mum saying they were still coming to pump us out. My mum called back to Metro North and told them to take us off the list. They didn’t — Metro North called again Saturday morning — almost two (2) days after the storm again to ask if we still needed pumping out. Which is bad communication/and organization all around.
Because we had no seawall and fence — giant ice flows from Boston Harbor are in the backyard and I’m not sure how much of the seawall and yard fell in, and I may not get down onto the beach and the flats for awhile. The fierce winds were brutal after the storm and all weekend. They died down today but it is still very frigid out there. The high today being 18 degrees F.
Seawater melts at 28 degrees F — it’s supposed to hit 30 F tomorrow — so I’m hoping to be able to chop them and chuck them over the side — least they melt, flood and cause more damage. But our little pine tree — does somewhat look a like a snowman.
Update: We lost a washer and dryer, and a second refrigerator but there are families that lost their entire house so we are counting our blessings. Today 1/9/18 — our landscaper is coming over to help me continue to shovel out and break up the ice flows/sea water ice.