My grandfather told me about the cyclone belt around Detroit, starting around Chelsea, and curving north through Flint to Saginaw and ending up around Mt. Clements. I remember a cyclone cloud he pointed out to me as we sat on our side porch and explaining its shape and its power-sure enough the next day the papers told how Mt. Clemens had been hit and practically blown down. He rented a horse and buggy and drove to Mt. Clemens to see it for himself. I remember the wonderful things he told me about the cyclone: how blades of grass were driven into trees, farmer's plows hanging in trees and houses blown miles from their foundations--I never forgot it.

As I have traveled and sketched in these sections, I found he was right. You can see the results all through this area by blown down apple orchards, foundations of old barns and farm houses. I was in the midst of one just east of Chelsea, Michigan. The funny thing is that the City of Detroit seems to be out of the belt, although we have had a few tail ends of the cyclones, but we have suffered very little from them and we should be thankful.