From 1986 until 1992, our family lived in Colorado in a town called Windsor. When I think of “growing up,” I’ll always think of our house on Rose Court, even though I did about half my growing up in Virginia.
The name “Windsor” might ring a bell for you, because last Thursday it was hit by a huge tornado that was estimated to be an EF3 with wind speeds up to 165 mph. My grandmother, aunt, and four cousins still live there, and we were very worried for a while on Thursday because it took us several hours to confirm that they were all safe. They are all okay, though, and their homes were off the storm’s direct path and suffered only small amounts of damage. They say that they don’t think any trees in town are still standing, though, and that there are so many gawkers driving through taking pictures that they can barely get around town. We have not yet confirmed that the house on Rose Court is safe; my aunt said it was destroyed, but she also said the National Guard was shooting people on sight, so…yeah.
There are some stunning photos of town on Flickr – you can find most of them here. Here is an example: