The Thaumaturgy Department

(It's dramaturgy, not thaumaturgy.)


Main Entry: thau·ma·turg
Pronunciation: \ˈthȯ-mə-ˌtərj\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from New Latin thaumaturgus, from Greek thaumatourgos working miracles, from thaumat-, thauma miracle + ergon work — more at Theater, Work

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Lord, Somebody Got Drowned

On the sixteenth day of September, in the year of 1928, God
started to riding early and He rode to very late.
In the storm, oh in the storm, Lord somebody got drowned.
Got drowned, Lord, in the storm!
He rode out on the ocean, chained the lightning to his
wheel. Stepped on the land at West Palm Beach, and the
wicked hearts did yield.
Over in Pahokee, families rushed out the door.
And somebody’s poor mother has never been seen no more.
Some mothers looked at their children, and as they looked
they began to cry. Cried, oh my Lord, have mercy, if you
don’t we all must die!
Schoolhouses, halls and theaters, in the storm, they was all
blown down. In the city of West Palm Beach, only two
churches left in town.
I’ll tell you, you wicked people, what you had better all do.
Go down and get the Holy Ghost, and live a good life, too.
Out around Lake Okeechobee, all scattered on the ground.
The last account of the dead folks, there was twenty-two
hundred found.
South Bay, Belle Glade and Pahokee, they tell me they all
went down. And in the little town of Chosen, they say
everybody got drowned.
Some folks are still missing, and ain’t been found, they
say. But this we know, they will come forth on the Resur-
rection Day.
When Gabriel sounds the trumpet and the dead begin to rise.
I’ll meet those saints from Chosen, up in the heavenly skies.
In the storm, oh in the storm, Lord somebody got drowned.
Got drowned, Lord, in the storm!

Poem by an unknown writer about the Storm of ’28. This appeared in a story in the October 24, 1928 issue of the Palm Beach Post. The story does not give the author’s name.

Quoted in Eliot Kleinberg, Black Cloud. New York: Carroll & Graf Publishers, 2003, 248-249; ―West Palm Beach Storm,‖ 1928 Hurricane Box 1, Historical Society of Palm Beach County.

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