Beverly Barhett

first_imgOct. 1, 1987, was just another day. My son, age 5, was lying on the living room floor watching cartoons. I was in the upper-level kitchen with my mother preparing breakfast and looking at the view of Uptown Whittier to Catalina. The earthquake struck! The fear we felt was unfathomable! We raced to the stairs to reach my son. The house was shaking violently, at least 6 to 7 inches up and down. Our feet were bouncing like puppets off the steps. All we could do was hang on to the rail. The solid brick wall to our left, waved in, out and all directions. The sound was deafening. My son held on to the shag carpet and his legs were flipping up and down. Whittier was blanketed with a thick layer of dust. Explosions were heard and fires seen. Aftershocks kept shaking hard. For three weeks, we were so traumatized, we slept on the living room floor, close to the front door. At first, wee thought the only thing that happened to us were our frayed nerves. Later, we later discovered my mother broke a bone in her foot from being bounced hard on the steps, and she later needed surgery. 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set!last_img read more