My grandparents lived in Ventnor at the time and although I was only little, I remember visiting shortly after and seeing the devasation all across the island. Scary at the time......to think of it happening again is scarier yet.
After the water receded, I pushed a rabbit out of the crotch of a wild cherry tree.
The tree was the only place it could find to rest after swimming for hours in the waist high water next to our home at the end of Leeds Ave in Pleasantville. From the second floor I could only see water to the east. Even one side of the railroad had washed away.