Thirty years later, take a look back at how
the cataclysmic eruption affected our region
Compiled for the 30th anniversary of Mount St. Helens’ eruption, a selection of reader memories that tell the tale of that day.
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Vehicle maintenance: Following a thorough dusting of volcanic ash, Barbara Greer Richards cleans off the family car at 2607 W. Dean Ave.
Sometime around early afternoon I got a phone call from the head of maintenance wondering why I didn’t go to work that day. I told my boss I understood we were to stay off the roads for the foreseeable future. He said, ‘Who do you think is going to clean this place?’
Ash cloud cover: A friend of Betty Ehr took this photo from the rest area between Lewiston and Othello on May 18, 1980.
When it was all dark and eerie because Mount St. Helens had erupted, our neighbor went out on the porch and howled like a coyote. We thought that was very appropriate and added to the weirdness.
Boys will be boys: Nicholas Schuerman, 2, is allowed to play outside in Mead after the eruption but only when wearing a mask. “The kids were so desperate to play outside, so we relented,” wrote his mother, Jan Schuerman.
Here comes the ash: Terry Flume, center, and Vicki Flume, not pictured, were married in Spokane six days after Mount St. Helens blew. The groom’s party took officials’ warnings as inspiration for a posed photo.
The ‘new’ Black Bird was moved into its hangar along with many other planes. The announcement came on that the air show was canceled and everyone should leave immediately. My husband’s first thought was that a war was imminent.
In memory: Geology graduate student Jim Fitzgerald was on a mountain six miles from Mount St. Helens when the volcano erupted. He was killed in the blast, and his Datsun was discovered five days later.
Few takers: “The picture is of my husband Leroy, who had a great sense of humor and put the sign on our front gate on the South Hill,” writes Joyce Deitz, of Spokane.
Ominous signs: A dark cloud of ash approaches Pullman on May 18, 1980.
The show started out great, but as the night wore on, the ash began to take its toll on everything. … The singers’ voices tanked, guitars wouldn’t stay in tune and other fun stuff, but The Wheel finished the show to a very happy but gray crowd.
Surprise, Honey. “Mount St. Helens blew one day before our first wedding anniversary. My wife said I didn’t have to do anything that big ever again for our anniversary,” writes Sam Richart.
I finally pulled into my apartment parking lot and headed to my apartment. My roommates and I decided that we should walk to the local Dismores and stock up on college essentials: beer and toilet paper.
Garden variety: Howard Fleenor tries to clean up ash on his Latah Valley property May, 20 1980.
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