| Long Island Tropical Storm of September 8, 1934 (Hurricane #6) On September 8, 1934 a tropical storm first reported over the eastern Bahamas passed over Long Island after brushing by Cape Hatteras on its journey north. The storm attained hurricane strength with the lowest pressure point received from a ship at sea being 28.56 inches (967 millibars). The New York City area was on the western side of the storm as it crossed Long Island, but still reported near hurricane force winds and very heavy rain that caused roads to become impassible. The 4.86 inches of rain that fell in Central Park on September 8, 1934 stands to this day as the 8th greatest single day precipitation total. At the time it was the 4th greatest single day total. In the New Haven, CT area electric lines were reported down and transportation impaired by the storm, including in Milford where trolley cars were reported to have been inundated. Near Atlantic City, NJ, 3 men on a fishing trip drowned when their 35 foot power boat capsized 2 ½ miles off shore. Cape Hatteras reported 7.72 inches of rain in 24 hours and a peak wind gust to 65 mph in the wake of the storm as it moved away to the north, but no property damage or loss of life. |
The daily diary entries from Ruth Catherine McKenzie McCoy. Her daughter, author Fran Baker, has included photos, historic notes and "old-time" recipes following the entries. Readers are welcome to comment.
Showing posts with label September 8. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 8, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 1934
Straighted up the house a bit. Was going to go to town but didn't go. Kind of cool today.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Friday, September 8, 1933
Some kids I know found my mirror. I done my night work. I washed the dishes and then I read my mystery book.
| Lord Edgware Dies by Agatha Christie is released in the U.K. Jane Wilkinson was once America's darling of the stage. Today she is better known as the unfaithful wife of eccentric Lord Edgware. Unfortunately, her confidential admission to Hercule Poirot that she'd do anything to escape her miserable marriage couldn't have come at a worse time: the very day before her husband is found stabbed to death. Lucky for Lady Jane she has an alibi as impeccable as her taste in lovers. But is she truly innocent --or is she giving the performance of a lifetime? The outcome of Act III is up to her newest fan, the brilliant Belgian sleuth, sitting front row center... The U.S. title is Thirteen at Dinner. |
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