Two. in 1965, survived the Minnesota "Fridley" tornado that destroyed the neighborhood next to us, then the tornado retracted and missed our neighborhood, had debris in our yard from it...2nd worst death toll at the current time for a tornado. We heard the "train" going by, as my mother called it to calm us (5,7 and 9 yr.old)
1976, I watched a small twister coming toward our pole barn, fascinated by the whole ordeal, in the safety of our house (yeah, right)...the twister picked up our pole barn (anchored) while the horses were still in it, the horses scattered while the structure lifted up, they looked like they were running in slow motion probably due to the suction but managed not to get sucked up. Once I saw the horses clear, I ran like hell downstairs to the basement skeerd like a little girl.
