Out here in the Midwest storm watching is very serious. TV programs are interrupted. People have radios in their home that tell 24 hours a day what is happening in the weather. If your county is in the path of a severe storm, the radio will come awake and sound an alarm. Each town has a siren that goes off when a storm is coming. There is a Mormon lady that is a professional storm watcher and goes out and watches the storms movement and report them. She is good to call us when we are in danger. We start a "calling tree" that makes sure that all the missionaries are aware of what is going on. When we receive a tornado warming, we are all to go to the water treatment plant on our property that is built underground. Last night we went down there for the fifth and sixth time since we came here. We are told to just drop everything we are doing and go! Some of us were in our pajamas (like myself) last night. We are driving through rain and sometimes hail. When we arrive at the water plant, we count noses and wait out the storm. It is like a huge party. Everyone is so excited and no one is lacking in someone to listen to talk.

Our first call to go to shelter was about 8:00 p.m. The storm front was passed us about 9:00 and we all went home, some to bed. At 10:30 we received word that the worst part of the storm was heading right toward us. Once again the calling tree was put into action. This time people were woken from a deep sleep. It was a scary drive to the shelter this time. The rain was coming down so hard. It was hard to even see the road. I was totally soaked by the time I was in the shelter. We were there until midnight that time.

The next day on TV we learned that there was grapefruit sized hail reported to have done a lot of damage just six miles from us in Gallatin.