So in 1979 I was 10 years old and living in Lancaster, PA.
I remember departing with my grandparents in their motorhome to go stay with relatives in Chester County. I was told that my parents could not evacuate because of their jobs. My mother worked at a bank and I was told my father could not go because he worked at F&M and they were a radiation monitoring center. Looking back now, I’m pretty sure my father’s reason was probably malarkey, but it sounded reasonable to a 10 year old.
I remember thinking that the adults around me seemed unusually calm and did not feel like they were taking things seriously enough for my 10 year old mind. We went to West Chester and I found a large cast iron caldron in the living room of my aunt’s farmhouse. I emptied the caldron of the magazines it was storing and climbed inside, convinced that it would be the safest place to hide.
Other than that my strongest memory of TMI was the Saturday Night Live skit that followed.
Laura