SHERIDAN'S MOST TRAGIC DAY
Palm Sunday, April 11, 1965
By Dale A. Robbins -
April 11, 2010
seemed similar to many other Sundays at Boxley Methodist Church... except that
the crowd was a bit larger for the Palm Sunday service. As I sat in the pew next
to my parents, I tried to listen to the sermon... but my thoughts kept drifting
outside where I could hear kids playing in the unusually warm temperatures. For
this 12 year old, I was anxious to get home and out of the starchy clothes --
looking forward to my sister and brother-in-law who were coming over for Sunday
Though sunny and hot, it was a relaxing afternoon under the shade trees sipping
on lemonade with family. As dusk approached, the familiar sight of dark clouds
were accumulating in the west. Distant sparks of lighting could be seen on the
horizon, meaning a typical Midwest storm was brewing. The family had gone
indoors and were watching TV when news of a tornado warning scrawled across the
screen. Such warnings were frequent and didn't generate much concern until the
program later interrupted with an urgent news bulletin. They reported that
moments earlier, a twister had touched down in Lebanon and Elizaville to
our west, and was headed due east toward Sheridan. We were alarmed and realized
it was time to take refuge in the basement.
My dad was the last of us to arrive below when the lights suddenly went out. We
were fumbling to find a flashlight, when there was a hush. "Do you hear that?"
Mother whispered. We stood motionless, straining to hear what seemed to be the
increasing sound of a distant roar. But in mere seconds, the noise had become a
rumbling vibration that was now shaking the structure above and around us.
Instinctively, we each knew the danger that was upon us, but there was no time
to react. My heart was pounding in my chest. Behind me I could hear my mother's
soft, familiar voice, praying.
Then suddenly we heard and felt the impact of a massive collision. The house
shook violently -- we were deafened by the sounds of breakage and the groanings
of timbers being twisted and torn. Suspended in shock, all eyes peered out
helplessly from the small basement window. In the dim light we could see a
blurry collage of objects hurling past from the wind's great force -- trees,
farm machinery, huge objects. Near the window, a small tree bent completely to
the ground without breaking.
as quickly as it had begun, there was silence. The tornado had apparently
passed. We carefully emerged from the basement, and to our surprise, we found
the house intact. But when we pushed the front door open, the surrounding
devastation was beyond belief. It appeared that a nuclear bomb had exploded.
Fallen trees, portions of buildings, automobiles, clothing, home appliances --
mangled debris of every kind covered the ground and hung from disfigured trees
in all directions. It seemed nothing short of a miracle that our lives had been
spared... but we soon discovered the toll was far more severe just a couple
miles West toward Sheridan.
On Monday morning, my dad and I attempted to drive into Sheridan, but downed
power lines, trees and debris littered the roads. On foot we got as close as
Curryville, a small subdivision on Sheridan's northeast side, and although
police and emergency crews held us at a distance, we could see the utter
destruction. The once lovely wooded community was leveled. The homes of many
friends or acquaintances had been damaged or destroyed... many were
injured or killed.
Lawrence Kercheval, 56, and his wife Elwilda, 55, owners of a lovely Curryville
farm that we passed every day on our way to town, were killed and their home was
completely demolished. Further West at Jerkwater Road, Herschel Graham's home
was also leveled. He had seen the approaching twister and tried desperately to
get his family into a crawl space beneath the house, but his wife Rosemary, 38,
and youngest son Brian, 8, were sucked away by the force of the wind. Only
Herschel and his older son Brant survived.
West of Sheridan about three miles, the path of the tornado had an especially
destructive impact near the intersection of Hwy 47 and Terhune Road. The home of
James (Paul) Good, 56, and his wife Orpha, 54, was destroyed and they both were
killed. The only survivor was their 20 yr old son, Jerry. He later said that he
and his parents had just seen the coming twister from the kitchen window, and
only had time to put their arms around each other before it hit. He later awoke
in the front yard to discover that his mom and dad had perished. Compounding
these parent's tragic death was the fact that their grown daughter, Betty, 25,
lived next-door... and she and her husband Robert Starrett, 30, and their two
small children Brian, 5, and Brenda Kay, 2, were also killed. And only 300 yards
further West of the intersection, the home of neighbors, Earl and Ethel Neal,
was also leveled. Ethel survived but Earl, 77, died shortly thereafter from his
The following day after the twister, a car concealed with debris and mud was discovered near Hwy 47 in the
field behind where the Good's and Starrett's homes had stood. Inside were two
deceased passengers, John Thomas White, 21, and his wife, Judith K. White, 21,
college students who had been in route from Anderson to their home in Lafayette until
the twister swept them from the highway. This sad discovery, along with the
subsequent deaths of those who had been critically injured, brought the Sheridan
area death toll to 13.
We eventually discovered that the F4 twister had originated as far West as
Crawfordsville, and had wreaked greater tolls of death and destruction along
it's path near Thorntown, Lebanon and Elizaville before moving on to Sheridan
and Arcadia. This was a part of a series of many other killer storms that swept
across the Midwest on that same day, and only one of eleven other Indiana
tornadoes that leveled entire communities and killed as many as 137 persons.
For me, the events on Palm Sunday April 11, 1965 changed my life. The other
survivors with me in that basement... my parents, Myron and Irene Robbins, as
well as my older sister Helen and her husband Gerald Sanders... have all passed
away in recent years, but I have never forgotten those shocking events, nor my
mother's prayer for God's help.
It was an awful and distressing
experience for so many who lost loved ones or who suffered the loss of virtually
everything they had. However Sheridan's most tragic day could have been far
worse. The town had for the most-part been spared from being wiped off the map.
Forty-five years have passed, and Sheridan has continued as a growing,
flourishing community... but the events of that one day will never be forgotten
and will have a lasting impact on many for generations to come.
Click to view a video tour
(producer unknown) of the formerly devestated area, or read an excellent article
from the Indianapolis Monthly about Sheridan's
1965 Palm Sunday tornado.
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