http://blog.coldcaseinellyson.com/2010/01/20/my-mom-was-a-spy/ conversations with susan anderson Sun, 06 Jun 2010 14:24:45 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 http://blog.coldcaseinellyson.com/2010/01/20/my-mom-was-a-spy/comment-page-1/#comment-3 Minna Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:18:14 +0000 http://blog.coldcaseinellyson.com/?p=54#comment-3 The 70's hurricane was named Fredrick and hit Pensacola sometime in September 79. Having lived with Susan's family for about a month as an exchange student Fredrick was something unexpected and exciting. Of course I had heard of hurricanes but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined to be involved in that extent. I had learned that there was a scanner in the house, and knew that it was on all the time, didn't listen to it and never thought more of it. We were all busy with the hurricane preparations and I remember vividly Susan's mother running down the stairs as a police vehicle drove in front of the house. Yes, we left soon after that and drove somewhere more safe over night. I even remember holding on to Susan at some point as she was almost blown away with the wind. I enjoyed reading the book, could not put it down. It brought back so many memories and made me think of my year in Pensacola, and especially Susan's Mom, Kathleen. I kept trying to place the people in the book. Do I know this person? Susan, you write with such an ease that it is impossible to put the book down. I had to start it anew after finishing it. Could you write another one? Please. The 70′s hurricane was named Fredrick and hit Pensacola sometime in September 79. Having lived with Susan’s family for about a month as an exchange student Fredrick was something unexpected and exciting. Of course I had heard of hurricanes but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined to be involved in that extent.
I had learned that there was a scanner in the house, and knew that it was on all the time, didn’t listen to it and never thought more of it.
We were all busy with the hurricane preparations and I remember vividly Susan’s mother running down the stairs as a police vehicle drove in front of the house. Yes, we left soon after that and drove somewhere more safe over night. I even remember holding on to Susan at some point as she was almost blown away with the wind.
I enjoyed reading the book, could not put it down. It brought back so many memories and made me think of my year in Pensacola, and especially Susan’s Mom, Kathleen. I kept trying to place the people in the book. Do I know this person?
Susan, you write with such an ease that it is impossible to put the book down. I had to start it anew after finishing it. Could you write another one? Please.

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