I remember it well!!! My 7th birthday was March 4th, 1962 and we lived in the center of Ocean City. The ocean LITERALLY met the bay over most of the island.
Houses in the South end of Ocean City were lifted off their foundations and moved across the street.
Our neighborhood (in the center of Ocean City), was populated by entire families in which most of the men were civil servants/city workers; they were at work for DAYS!
Only the old folks, women & children were at home. The water was lapping across the porch toward the front door, boats were floating down our street, there was no power...and there were no birthday parties for my cousin Jule & me!
The WORST: There was a furniture refinishing shop and gas station on the corner of 10th & West, which caught fire during the height of the storm. My Dad, uncle, et al were working that fire...in COLD waist to chest-high water.
We had no power and even with the (aluminum) blinds & curtains drawn, it was lit up like daylight in our house. FIREBALLS were shooting southward around West & Haven Avenues... directly toward the HUGE tanks at the GAS CO. plant at 11th & West. We thought we were a-gonner!!! SCAAAAARY!!
When my parents purchased another home in the late 60's they made sure it was at one of the highest points in town so they'd never have to go through that nightmare again!