Surviving the Super Storm (updated 2018)

Tri-State Tornado – March 18, 1925


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3.5 hours  ~  219 miles  ~  3 states  ~  Mile-wide funnel  ~  300+ mph winds  ~  695 lives lost

“It was balmy. It wasn’t hot and it wasn’t cold,” Evelyn Isbell-Stone recounted the way the weather felt on March 18, 1925, when she was seven years old. “There was a big roaring, just like a train.”  She and her siblings had recently gotten home from school when terror stuck. The small Indiana town of Griffin was hit by an F5 tornado that started in Missouri, crossed Illinois, jumped the Wabash River to take 76 lives in Griffin before ending in Princeton, IN.  In three states, 695 people lost their lives that day with many more injured.  No early warning system existed.

In March 2005, meteorologist, Kevin Orpurt of WTHI-Channel 10 in Terre Haute, IN, traveled to Griffin to interview Evelyn on the 80th anniversary of this deadly twister as part of his feature story “Surviving the Storm.”

View the 2005 news broadcast version of Granny’s interview above or jump to YouTube when you click here.

View the entire uncut 2005 interview with Granny above (their video sticks for about 30 seconds at the start–you’re not imagining it) or click here to jump over to YouTube to watch.

2010 Interview by 14 NEWS on the 85th Anniversary of the Tri-State Tornado

Granny was interviewed five years later by 14 News from the Evansville area.
(If that link becomes broken, sorry. It belongs to the news station, so it’s up to them how long they keep it online.)ECP2009

“My mother washed for people. She had a lot of clothes on the line that day and when the wind picked up she called for us girls to come and help her. So that’s what we was doing. We had no idea. We’d never heard of a tornado.  It was sort of like a dream to me.”

More than the storm itself, she remembered the devastation it left behind.  Evelyn said her family’s house wound up in a different spot.

“Turned it around like that and took it off its foundation and set it in our garden.”

Click here to read the full story.  Download the story (if the online version is gone).

2014 Comments by Granny on the Tri-State Tornado

Catch some of the comments Evelyn Isbell-Stone conveyed to the crowd during her 97th birthday party, especially featuring what happened to students who were still at the school building when the tornado hit Griffin, Indiana. These were the last recorded comments from Granny about that stormy day, since she passed away in January, 2015.

Memories of the 1925 Tornado at Griffin


Click the image to download a PDF version of Mary McIntire’s memories

Below is another account of the storm from another survivor who wrote about her family’s experience:

Memories of the 1925 tornado at Griffin, Indiana written by Mary McIntire, who was Mary Aline Runyon and 11 years old then.

On March 18, 1925 a terrible tornado came thru our county from the southwest, killing 74 in the general area, livestock was killed, many buildings demolished and the town of Griffin very nearly flattened.

That morning Tom Ridens came across the river to ride to town with us as Dad (Noah Runyon) took me to school. Tom was in the spring seat and I was on the seat board behind it and Dad came toward the wagon to get in but first reached thru the barbed wire fence to pick up a blacksnake whip that had been lying there all winter. I wondered why he was going to put it in the crib now (he had a room in the front where he kept small tools). Tom said, “What are you going to do with that?” as by now Dad was putting it in the wagon. My father was known by all the farmers as a man that didn’t use a whip on his teams nor allow any hired man to, either. Dad replied, “Something tells me I will need it before the day is gone.”

I remember the day as grey, cloudy and sultry. Mr. Shaw, our principal, let school out some early as he had been watching the barometer fall steadily. I hurried to town where I knew Dad would be waiting for me. I was watching a terribly dark cloud in the north and thought, “We will about drown.”damage6

Dad was in front of George Doll’s store saying, “Hurry!” I thought I was but it wasn’t fast enough to suit him. I complained about the dark cloud but he said it wasn’t what worried him. We were soon in the wagon and going south. Mrs. Wilson, a dear family friend, seeing us coming, had the window up and called, “Let Mary stay here. You will drown.” Dad didn’t slow the team but called back, saying, “I can’t stop, we’ve got to get home.”

Just south of town we came to the farm where Mr. John Delashmit and family lived. He, too, wanted us to stop, watching as I did, the dark clouds in the north. But Dad said to him, “I can’t, John. We’ve got to get home.”

Just then the wind veered from the southwest around to the southeast and caught straw from Mr. D’s straw stack and it came toward us. The mules tried to turn back to the north and that was when Dad picked up the blacksnake whip. This urged the mules on south to where we would turn east off the gravel road, (just a mite south of I-64). As we approached this corner, clouds, low and yellow were coming from the southwest. Dad said, “There is going to be a terrible storm. I saw one when I was 7 years old and I’ve never forgotten it. The clouds looked just like these. If it were not for the team, we would lie down in the ditch. But we can’t let them be hurt. We’ve got to get home.”damage3

I’ve wondered if mules could talk if they wouldn’t have wondered to one another if Mr. Runyon had lost his mind. They had never had anything used on them except a very narrow piece of whang fastened on a stick. I doubt if it hurt any worse than a horse fly’s bite for I’ve seen them flick their hide and step up for three or four steps then fall back into their regular gait. Usually when he wanted them to really hurry he kicked the front of the wagon. My raincoat was unbuttoned but I couldn’t button it for it took all my time holding on the seat. Finally the front hook on my side of the spring seat came off the wagon’s edge. Dad said, “Just hold on. We can’t stop.”

Soon we turned east again. After a bit Dad said, “Tell me where the clouds are now.” They were very black and not far back of us. In a bit more we passed the end of the wide hedge that ran south thru the pasture. Just around this was the gap in the fence. Dad was glad to see Mom (Cora Runyon) there with the gap open. He said to her, “Get in.” and she jumped in the back of the wagon as we passed her as there was no end-gate in. We were soon to the barn and were soaking wet as it had begun to rain as we went thru the gap. I have always said the drops were as big as silver dollars. They told me to go inside and Mom helped Dad get the team unhitched in the barn.damage8

After a bit the rain quit and Dad went to out to see if he could tell if the storm did anything. We could see smoke to the north and he said, “That’s the Armstrong place burning.” He felt terribly uneasy and finally said, “Things don’t look right and I’m going on to the north road and climb up on the blown down oak to see if I can see anything.” If we got in the right places we could see the upper parts of the grain elevator and the top story of the Frazer place. Mom and I went southwest of the house on a knoll, taking my toy spy glasses and we could not see the Frazer house. When Dad came back he said he couldn’t see anything either.

He saddled Kate and said if he was not back by 5:00 for us to hitch Captain to the buggy and come out. At 15 to 5 we went to get him ready. The buggy was under a shed on the east side of the barn shutting off our view of the lane. Mom harnessed him up and he wouldn’t let her put him to the buggy, turning back and going in the barn. After the third time of this she said, “He’s smarter than I am. He senses something I don’t, so we will quit.” Just then Dad rode up. He was so glad he got there in time to keep us home and began to tell us some of the terrible things he saw. He said, “Captain would have run off and killed you if you had even got out there.”

We ate supper and they decided we would walk out to the ‘town’. The wind was so strong it blew our lantern out and finally Dad quit lighting it. I think I never saw a darker night. The only light was in the center of town as the restaurant and stores were burning. We got as far as the railroad, stood there a time, then came home. I’ve often wondered why Dad went as we couldn’t do anything. But he’d seen such devastation I guess he felt like he couldn’t bear to sit home safe and dry and warm. I was so frightened I didn’t sleep much as I was afraid the wind meant another storm. But it was from the northwest, child that I was, I knew nothing of those things and they didn’t think to explain that this wasn’t storm winds.NestorFamily

The next morning Dad took the team and wagon to see if he could help anyone. He hauled all that the Delashmit’s could salvage up north of town to Fifer’s (Mrs. D’s sister). Then he helped anyone he could for some weeks until he had to start farming. Mom and I helped Aunt Cynthia and Uncle Lafe Rachels, and I crawled under the floor where it stood up a way up and got some of her kitchen tools. She and I went to the Baptist churchyard and there their cow lay, dead. She and Uncle Lafe and their grandson, Vincent Pappers, from Lawrenceville, stayed with us until the Red Cross put up a tent on their lot so they could live there and work at clearing up. A doctor from the Army came in and worked in a tent. Aunt Cynthia had a badly bruised shoulder and she mentioned that her shoulder hurt but before she could say why, he told her if it continued she might have to have her teeth pulled. We looked at one another in high glee but managed to keep our faces straight, as she wore dentures.

After a few days the Army manned a Post Office in a train car. I went with a letter to Elbert, my brother, who was on Governor’s Island at New York City in the Army. I asked the officer if he would mail it for me, meaning was he the one in charge. I guess he thought I meant would he put the stamp on out of his pocket as he started to say, “No” but by that time he’d seen the address and then he would not let me pay for it.RedCrosstents

The Red Cross made what we called Tent City in the pasture just east of the back street. There were many tents there, floored, one tent for the kitchen and dining room and another for sleeping, for each family. Much clothing was donated and the Red Cross brought it in and distributed it.

Many stories were told, as something memorable happened to each one involved in it. Many people in the restaurant went thru into the basement and were trapped in the bricks and other debris. Slim Combs, our teacher’s brother begged the people who poured on water, hoping to put out the fire, to quit as it made so much steam and they were worse off. Our classmate, George Fredrick Kokomoor, his mother and sister, Mary Lou, were trapped, too. He told his mother he could see some light and she told him to try to get out.
He said he butted against laths and clawed at bricks until he was free but they perished. Two more classmates died, too. Lester Price in the fire and it is supposed Virgil Horton did but no sign of him was found.

Lucille Stallings was in George Doll’s store, huddled by the huge iron money safe, save from death but severely injured. George Doll was, also, and for months it wasn’t known if he would see. Mr. Stinson was picking his way home in the north part of town when Blanch Doll ran to him (their house is where M.E. building is). She said, “Oh, Mr. Stinson go tell George our house is blown away”. She was in such shock she hadn’t yet seen that all else was gone, too. He explained to her and it was as though she awakened from a dream. Then she got to the store ruins as fast as she could, digging the bricks away from George until her fingers bled. Some of Mae Young’s family fell thru their basement. One of the girls had the piano on top of her. George Westheiderman, the big strong blacksmith, their neighbor, tried but could not move it. But Mr. Young, slightly built, lifted it off her. But she was dead, Clarrisa, older than me, and Vera, a year younger than me, died too.

List of Griffin lives lost

List of Griffin lives lost

Our friend, Mary Ashworth, was on the same bus as Ted McIntire (he was almost 10 years old). The driver stopped in front of the VanWay residence to let Harry, Helen and Evelyn off, and then he decided to wait there until the clouds let up. Harry ran back to the bus to talk to friends and stood on the back step, as you entered the bus from the back. He was killed there. The bus body was torn off; just the driver’s seat and steering wheel remained. Chick Oller, the driver, died. Ethel Carl, Ruby Cleveland, Helen Harris and Helen VanWay died the next day. Ted got a cut low on his head, Albert, his brother, had a broken leg. Vernon had gone to visit school that day as he wasn’t old enough to be in school. What a day to have gone! I believe a little Wade boy was killed, too.

But the Ashworths hunted and hunted for Mary up into the evening. Mr. McIntire had a child with them that no one claimed and Ted kept telling them it was Mary, but no one listened. She had on black sateen bloomers and her outer clothing, such as skirts, were torn away. She was all black from dirt and they thought she must be a boy. But she wore a ring and Ted finally convinced them by that and they took her home with them, yet not fully convinced, he thought. It was months before her eyes cleared up and they were confident she would see.

Just a short distance on the west of the VanWay house stood an old ramshackle crib. After the storm, it still stood. If Mr. Oller had driven on he and the children would have been safe.HistoricalMarker1

After some time, Mom and Dad wondered about my schooling. Word was sent that no one had to attend some place else but they wanted me to go if I could. Mr. Johnson, the truant officer, wanted me to come live with him and Mrs. Johnson in Mt. Vernon, but I didn’t want to go so far from home and I wouldn’t know anyone. Dad thought of Beatrice Alsop, Irene and Harry’s mother, in New Harmony but Dad didn’t want me away from home all week, either. Finally, they decided I would cross Black River and go with Mary and Delbert Ridens out the lane, get on the school bus and go to Stewartsville School. A willow lay over the water, which was narrow at this spot. Dad fastened a long heavy board to the end of the tree and anchored it on the sand bar, made a rail so we could hold to it and I could cross the river alone with no trouble. Before this, Mom and I went to our schoolhouse to see if I could get my books. We got into the big hall downstairs but an enormous hole was in its middle, but I walked carefully around it and entered the 5th and 6th grade room on the southwest corner. The entire south end of the room was caved in. I got my books and we suffered no mishap. I have a picture of the school taken toward that corner and in it the upper floor has caved in on the desks and floor. So, I’ve always felt ourselves fortunate to get the books and ourselves out unharmed.HistoricalMarker2

Download a PDF version of the booklet of Memories by Mary McIntire: click here

Additional Coverage & Stories

See more photos on the Facebook page of the Posey County Historical Society

Find stories from survivors along the tornado’s path in Angela Mason’s book, Death Rides the Sky Click here for the Facebook page

Mary McIntire’s letter is also featured in Mark Thomas’ blog “History as Prologue”Click here for the post re: “…the Griffin Tornado”



John 13:3-5

Father, every bit of the person You’d have me to be, I long to be.


Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under His power and that He had come from God and was returning to God;” (v. 3 NIV)

Jesus knew Himself inside and out, as God’s Son and the human representation of our Creator and Father God. He knew His strength (power), identity, and destiny.
HIS STRENGTH – that the Father had put all things under His power
HIS IDENTITY – that He had come from God
HIS DESTINY – that He would be returning to God
Knowing who He is, fully understanding Himself, He chose to serve others.

Do we know ourselves? Do we know who we are when we are followers of Jesus, when we are “in Christ,” as the Scriptures describe His followers?
OUR STRENGTH – that we can do ALL things through Him who gives us strength (Philippians 4:13) and we can do nothing apart from Him (John 15:5)—through Whom ALL things are possible (Luke 1:37; Matthew 19:26).
OUR IDENTITY – that we are daughters and sons “of God through faith in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:26-27 NIV), upon whom He lavishes His love (1 John 3:1)
OUR DESTINY – that our citizenship is in heaven and we eagerly await our Savior’s return, who will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like His glorious body (Philippians 3:20-21); that He has given us His Holy Spirit to dwell within us as a deposit to guarantee our inheritance (Ephesians 1:13-14) that can never perish, spoil, or fade—kept in heaven for us who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of His salvation upon His return. (1 Peter 1:3-4)
When we know who we are in Christ, we can set ourselves aside confidently and serve others, following the example of Jesus.

When Jesus demonstrated serving others in the upper room as He washed the disciples’ grimy feet, He went through some basic steps and movements which can be insight for us as we move ourselves toward selfless service to others. (See John 13:4-5.)

GOT UP“so He got up from the meal” (v. 4)
Jesus left His comfortable situation or position at the table. He didn’t just lie back and describe His idea to the group or preach to them as He’d often done in other settings. This time, He chose to set an example for them right before their eyes.
How willing are we to get up from wherever our comfort zone has us?

TOOK OFF“took off His outer clothing” (v 4)
He let go of His image among those around Him. They had been perceiving Him as a Teacher, leader, Messiah, and Son of God. His actions most likely raised a few eyebrows in wonder.
When we’ve been known in one way by those around us, do we have the boldness to step out in ways the more closely reflect our Savior?

WRAPPED“wrapped a towel around His waist” (v. 4)
Jesus chose to reflect the image of a servant in the culture around Him. He never did espouse the image that so many expected the King of Kings to have—not in His lowly birth in a stable to His death on a tree.
Will we conform to this world’s pattern of behavior and expectations or choose to imitate Jesus?

POURED“He poured water into a basin” (v. 5)
He prepared the tools for serving others. Not even waiting around for someone else to do something or hand Him something, Jesus got what He needed and did what was required so that others could be blessed by His genuine humility.
For what are we waiting?

BEGAN TO WASH“began to wash His disciples’ feet” (v. 5)
As Jesus washed the feet of the men who had walked hundreds of miles with Him, He cleansed toes, soles and heels of some who doubted, angered easily, were proud, thought they should have places of honor, and one who would betray. He showed no favoritism as He served those with Him.
When we serve, are we looking for certain recipients or willing to serve any the Lord puts in our path with the resources or means that He provides?

DRYING“drying them with the towel that was wrapped around Him” (v. 5)
Jesus involved Himself fully in completing His service to others. He didn’t ask someone in the room to hand Him a towel or to follow Him and do the drying. He used what He had with Him to complete the service He started. At other times, He did delegate tasks to others in order to serve. In this particular instance, He chose to be the servant, allowing the others to experience the blessing of being served.
How’s our follow through when the Lord prompts us to serve with what He’s equipped or supplied us?

A number of years after our Lord showed us this example of serving others, He used the pen of Paul to exhort us. “Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made Himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness” (Philippians 2:5-7). In another passage, Paul’s letter to the Ephesians prompts us to “Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not men” (Eph 6:7).

Jesus took several opportunities, like the one recorded by John, to demonstrate His servant’s heart and to draw us to follow His example. Now, the willingness, boldness, Christ-likeness, initiative, impartiality, and follow-through are traits we can choose to employ … or not. Will we seek to be served or serve like Jesus?


You are the one true GodDaystar
Your glory fills the air.
Throughout our lives You guide our paths
And fill our hearts with Your care
So shall we sing Your praise

You’re the Messiah
The shining daystar
Your presence lights the morning
Lingers through ‘setting sun
Our praises we send up to Your throne
Our Daystar, precious Morning Star

Our souls delight in Your
Inside believers’ hearts
There is a well flowing over with comfort
Springing forth from You
So shall we lift up Your name

You’re the Messiah
The shining daystar
Your presence lights the morning
Lingers through ‘setting sun
Our praises we send up to Your throne
Our Daystar, precious Morning Star

Daystar, brightness of the morning
Daystar, shining through the night
Daystar, brightness of the morning
Daystar, showing us the light

Our Daystar, Daystar,
Daystar, precious Morning Star

LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL SONG – click here  (This is an mp3 file that will most likely need to be downloaded from a Dropbox folder/account.  Please notify of broken links.)

Lyrics ©1986 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell. Set to music by Steve Ross.
Performed by Daystar 85-86 St. Louis Christian College ensemble.


Daystar summer team


Daystar in the fall semester

Daystar during the spring semester

Daystar during the spring semester

Sing Glory unto Him

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And praise His holy name
For He alone reigns o’er the earth
Lift up a new song
Declare His glory
To all His people everywhere

Sing glory unto Him
Lift up His holy name
Magnify our God
For He alone reigns evermore

Rejoice, you righteous ones
And let the skies rejoice
And proclaim His mighty power
Shout out unto the Lord
The Lord our mighty God
Who is deserving of all praise

Sing glory unto Him
Lift up His holy name
Magnify our God
For He alone reigns evermore

Sing glory unto Him
Lift up His holy name
Magnify our God
For He alone reigns evermore

LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL SONG – click here  (This is an mp3 file that will most likely need to be downloaded from a Dropbox folder/account.  Please notify of broken links.)

©1986 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell

These lyrics were set to music by Steve Ross and performed by Daystar, with soloist, Nancie Eagan, during my sophomore year at St. Louis Christian College.

Keep the Faith

Fight the good fightCrossbox
Finish the race
And through it all
Keep the faith

With so many witnesses around us
Let us throw off all that hinders us
And with determination inside
Our eyes on Christ, the crucified
We’ll not grow weary or lose heart
As we run the race right from the start
We’ve got to

Fight the good fight
Finish the race
And through it all
Keep the faith

Forgetting all that’s behind me
Straining to reach what’s ahead
Straight to the goal, I’m runnin’ ahead
Jesus promised in what He said
God will fill those whose desires
Are to do just what He requires

I have fought the good fight
Finished the race
And through it all
I’ve kept the faith
Through it all
Through it all
Through it all
I’ve kept the faith.

LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL SONG – click here  (This is an mp3 file that will most likely need to be downloaded from a Dropbox folder/account.  Please notify of broken links.)

Lyrics ©1983 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell. Set to music by Steve Ross.
Performed by Daystar 85-86 St. Louis Christian College ensemble.  Lead vocals: Steve Ross; Guitar: Shawn Doggett

Bridal Prayer

The moment is here, and I can hardly believeWedProgram
that you, my groom, and I, your bride,
very soon will be named “husband and wife.”
I’ve been eagerly waiting for this day to come,
when we embark on our journey together,
no longer as two, but now as one.

And my bridal prayer shall be…
That our marriage will reflect
our Father’s perfect design
for the union of a woman and man.
that our hearts will nurture
our Savior’s passion divine
for a richer walk with His hands in ours.
May our Lord’s desires become our own
as we grow closer to Him and one another.

I’m wanting to be all that you’ve wanted in me,
as I grow in the grace of God.
Rev’rent and pure, loving, gentle and kind,
I’ll be submitted to you as you are to Christ.
I give fully to you my loving devotion,
and await the years of life we’ll share.


This is my bridal prayer
for our marriage, for our hearts, for our love

May our Lord’s desires become our own
as we grow closer to Him and one another.

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Lyrics © Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell. Set to music by Tamara Carson Hogan.
Performed by Sherry Colclasure Bopp for her wedding day.

Revelation 22

Thanks, Jesus, for the victory YOU bring!

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“Behold, I am coming Soon!  My reward is with Me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done.” (v 12 NIV)

Lord Jesus, Come!  How I long for the Day when I’ll see You face to face, when I’ll be transformed, when this life will be gone and all eternity will be before us together in Your presence!

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End … I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.” (v 13, 16 NIV)

You spoke the first word that began Your creation’s existence.  You’ll have the last word in Your creation’s redemption and judgment.  You created Your people, the lineage that You preserved throughout human history and to which You grafted those born of the Spirit, not the flesh.  From that lineage, You were born into a human body that would be the light of this world, so that sin may be exposed, forgiveness might be seen, and the path to You, Father, might be illuminated.

As I await Your return, keep me continually in Your Word, regularly in communion with You, and faithfully in service to You in this world.  Keep on transforming me to be more like Jesus until the Day I am embraced by You in person.  Amen.