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Moving to Arizona in mid-January, 1971 at first was a challenging experience, but as my family became acclimated, we thoroughly enjoyed the State and its varied activities. Our house, a 4 bed room, Spanish colonial period, style, with stucco walls and a courtyard, was comfortable, along with our one acre lot and diving pool. Come May 1, into the pool we went. The water was still cool, but wow, our own pool! On a pleasant, Saturday afternoon in July (only 110 degrees), we were enjoying the water when we noticed some kind of ?cloud? to our southeast, moving rather fast in our direction. Before we knew it the ?cloud? was within 2 miles of us. Like ?the flatlanders? we were, we kept swimming and playing and soon it was one block away. Then we figured out that the cloud was made of sand. It was a sand storm and it blew over us for the next 15 minutes! No one was hurt, but everything, including us watchers, was a mess and doused with a covering of fine sand. The sand seeped into our house and cars, and our beautiful pool had almost an inch of sand on the bottom. If you are a beginner in pool maintenance, try cleaning sand out. After this storm we hired a professional. When I was a little boy, my Mother told me a story about her childhood in west Texas and it raining during a sandstorm. She said it rained mud and that mud was much harder to remove than dust!
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