Following are responses the News-Record has received:
I don't remember the flood of 1951 because it was before I was born. However, I owe my parents and their generation an apology for responding with numerous eye-rolls and sighs as they attempted to teach us about the “great flood of 1951.” The photos are just unbelievable. My heart goes out to all.
I've thought a lot about that flood this week. I was 6 years old.
We'd go down to the park and stick twigs into the ground to see how fast the water was rising.
My uncle Joe Nieberding was a veterinarian living on I SE. He moved a lot of animals up to my grandma's house, across from the college on I NE (Cora Seamster).
There were dogs tied to all the trees, the porch and under the house. The water got in the Rollins' yard next door, then stopped.
I believe my uncle Reuben Dixon was fire chief at the time. He was out helping other people when my aunt Irene called him and told him to get home - the water was lapping at the steps.
My most vivid memory, though, was screaming while getting a shot - not sure now if it was typhoid or tetanus - but it sure hurt.
Cindy Seamster Sandine,
Port Ludlow, Wash.
I was around 9 or 10 years old when we were involved in the 1951 flood here in Miami. My father was Ray Vanderburg who taught at N.E.O. A&M College and was doing graduate work out in the western panhandle of Oklahoma that summer.
My mother (Roberta) had the burden of getting us out (I have a brother 5 years younger) and finding a place for us to stay.
We lived on "H" street northeast just west of the college. The water completely filled our full basement and about a foot up in the house itself. We had to be taken out in a boat. I don't remember much more about the experience, except I do remember there was an extremely bad smell; it was a beautiful sunny day; and we all had to get tetanus shots.
Also, we thought it was exciting as well as a little scary. I don't remember where we went to stay, but it probably was with either the John Theisings or the Merrill Chaneys because they were good friends of ours.
We had no relation closer than 300 miles which meant we had to rely on friends and community help. We belonged to the First United Methodist Church so they probably helped us as well.
I had just graduated from Miami High School and was enrolled for St. John"s School of Nursing for September.
My parents owned the College Grocery Store and a cafe adjoining it on 3rd Ave. NE.
My father believed that if you were committed to work a business you did just that.
Each day, we drove from our home two miles south of the fairgrounds on the old 66 to that cafe to open it for all the people attempting to clean up their houses.
Our route had to be down around twin bridges. This made for a long day.
People came into the cafe covered with mud and I spent all summer cleaning up the mud in the cafe and attempting to feed the masses.
I was ready for school to start but, you know, I finished the summer and do believe we helped at least a few people. That is one lesson in responsibility.
Two other people who worked that summer were Willie Osborn and Bruce Carter.
I awakened in the night to the sound of rushing water. I woke up my husband and he went to see what was happening.
A few moments later, he ran back in and told the family to dress; water was coming in waves and was at the alley.
We lived at 34 K NE. By the time we had thrown on some clothes, water was around the house.
A large truck pulled up to our door and two men started loading furniture. A few minutes later, our old friends and former neighbors Lahoma and Harold Gallencamp arrived to take our family of four to stay with them. We stayed for two weeks.
Our furniture and household items were taken to the old two-story Roosevelt School.
The school was never locked and we didn't loose a single item. We were told the water wouldn't get past the kitchen counter tops so many old family pictures were stored in the upper cabinets. The water got so high that only the peak of the roof showed.
My name is Faye (Sloan) Jeck and I live in Wichita, Kan., at this time.
I was born and raised in Miami. At the time of the 1951 flood, we lived at 130 G. St. NE. The water stopped at our back door step and the basement was full.
We were preparing to leave and, thankfully, did not have to. Of course, everyone had to get the tetanus shots and take a lot of precautions.
All the trash that floated up was laying in our yards in that area. The Bearskins and Fletchers were our neighbors and we were very scared that more rain was coming. So many of my friends were devastated by the water. All you could see of their homes were the top bricks on the chimneys.
There was only one way out of town - towards Commerce -and they were praying that it wouldn't get shut off also.
This flood has been so heartbreaking to see. Every time it rains a lot around here, I pray that it can be handled on south before they get flooded.
Only wish that Miami had some dike system or something that could protect them. My prayers go to everyone.