December 14, 2018
Two weeks ago, at 8:29 a.m. on November 30, we had a 7.0 earthquake here in Anchorage. I have lived in California - earthquake country- for most of my life. I have experienced more earthquakes than I could count. This one was different. This one was terrifying. This one left our house looking like it had been ransacked.
I was sitting on the bed and could hear things falling, crashing, and breaking. Brent was downstairs. Five minutes after the earthquake we had a 4.8 aftershock. During the last two weeks, we have had thousands of aftershocks. We haven't felt most of them, but we have felt more than we wish we had.
Here is what the house looked right after the earthquake.
In the family room, all the pictures fell and the cupboard opened and games fell out. Some pieces from the nativity broke.
Things fell off the shelves in the garage but luckily no glass jars fell or broke.
Jacob's room was a mess. The most interesting thing was that the statue of Joseph Smith didn't fall over but it turned around 180 degrees and was facing the wall after the quake.
The drawers of my dresser came open during the shaking of the house.
In the master bedroom, some pictures fell off the wall and lots of things fell off the shelves.
A large picture in the upstairs hall fell and broke.
Brent uses Rachelle's former bedroom as a study. Lots of things fell off the shelves.
Many of the roads were broken up. Some homes and schools were damaged so badly that they can't be occupied.
We are so very thankful that we had only a few items break or become damaged (one crystal goblet, some glass display domes, some nativity pieces, a mirror, a picture frame, a scratch and dent on my car door.)
It is amazing that there were no fatalities in the quake and no major injuries. Everyone is on edge, but thankful things weren't worse.