On May 20, 1957, there was a devastating tornado in Ruskin Heights, MO, a neighborhood about 15 miles or 20 minutes south of where I lived in Kansas City, MO. I was about 5 years old then when our parents drove us through the wreckage of flattened homes and businesses and we saw people with tin cans collecting money in the streets. I live on the Kansas side of the state line now and, though I have been through many tornado drills and have taken cover in my basement, I have never seen an actual tornado in the sky or on the ground, thank god. In memory of all the people who died in Ruskin Heights and most recently, Joplin, MO, I made a donation to the American Red Cross for disaster relief.
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