My Great Grandmother Survived “The Great Tri-State Tornado” of 1925 – the deadliest tornado in U.S. history


The 100 Year Anniversary of The Great Tri-State Tornado


revised 2025 first published May 2011

The author, a baby, being held by her maternal great grandmother

Seeing the footage, videos and photos of splintered trees, the rubble of homes, first responders and devastated people — and hearing of the rising tolls of the injured, missing and dead and imagining the immense pain of all the fractured families — especially in Tuscaloosa, Alabama and in Joplin, Missouri — it is all the more remarkable to me that my great grandmother, Mable Agnes Brantley, then just one day shy of her 18th birthday, and her soon-to-be husband, Harry T. Ruble, survived the 1925 “Tri-State” tornado.

That tornado devastated the town of Murphysboro in Jackson County in Southern Illinois. It remains the DEADLIEST tornado in U.S. history to date: an F5 on the Fujita Scale — nearly 700 people died — but it is also infamous for its duration, sustained speed, length and breadth!

Mable Brantley would go on to have a full life, to raise children during the Great Depression, to work outside the home before and during the War Effort and for decades after — and more importantly, to help to raise her grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great, great grandchildren. Continue reading “My Great Grandmother Survived “The Great Tri-State Tornado” of 1925 – the deadliest tornado in U.S. history”

a breakneck, yet-always foregone conclusion

The rapidity with which this Trump administration moves — for those who had accepted incremental change, bureaucratic molasses and the long arc of justice as just par-for-the-course of the ‘democratic’ process and social progression in the US — those falsehoods and everything else that has been revealed in these last two months — is both mockery and insult added to our collective American (and global) actual injuries.

Capitalism and Neoliberalism paved the road for — and then engineered and constructed the super highway to, oligarchal fascism.

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March 18, 2025

it was 8:37 pm eastern
daylight savings time
when i felt the night descend on me
out on the stoop
listening to woodcocks in mating ritual

twilight was gone, instantly
the cold, sudden, enveloped me //

isn’t it strange,
when more than half-way to dawn past midnight
that another cold, even deeper, sets in
just before Sun’s rise

our solar Star, insists that we feel what it might be like
if it were never to rise again, on us

for some, tonight, it won’t.

in that hour, i pull the blankets up around my neck
while my feet search for the warm underside of the dog //

i awake with a memory of loss,
loss is my reliable companion in the deep chill of the early hours,

yet,

i am

alive, here, now, still //

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