Tsunami Survivor Story: Jeanne Branch Johnston

The other day, I posted the story of Gabriel Mannings survival story of the 1946 Hilo Tsunami.

The other day I came across another story that I’d like to share.   But first I’d like to share the E-Mail I got from the person that is involved in the story, Jeanne Branch Johnston one of the founders of the Tsunami Museum

Jeanne Branch Johnston back in 1997

Jeanne Branch Johnston back in 1997

I read the story on your blog about Gabriel Manning.  I am sorry to hear of his passing.  I interviewed him at the Pacific Tsunami Museum some years ago and that interview would be in their archives.  Also, I believe that Gabriel should have received a DVD of his interview.  If he does not have it, his son could check with the Archivist at PTM if he wants a copy.  He has quite a compelling story!!

Thanks for keeping the memory of the 1946 tsunami alive.  Most of the people in Hawaii were born after that tsunami. Many were born after the 1960 distant and 1975 local tsunamis that took lives here in Hawaii.  Since tsunamis are such a rare occurrence, it is not easy to keep tsunami safety in the public eye.  Absolutely no one should ever lose their life in Hawaii from a distant tsunami.  In the case of a locally generated tsunami, you may only have minutes, but if you know the signs, you can save your life and the lives of others.  If you are on the coastline and an earthquake occurs that knocks you off your feet, as soon as you can stand — run inland as far as you can or evacuate vertically above the 3rd floor in a concrete steel reinforced building.  If the water recedes unusually far away from the shore — run inland as far as you can or evacuate vertically above the 3rd floor in a steel reinforced building.  Know the signs of a tsunami — it may save your life!

Thanks for your interest!
Jeanne Branch Johnston

Here is her story as told by Ned Rozell of the Alaska Report.

Jeanne Branch Johnston, then six years old, was in living in Hilo. She remembers a lush neighborhood of coconut trees and brackish ponds that would rise and fall with the tide, and the surrounding sugar plantations where most people earned their wages.

On the morning of April 1, 1946, Johnston was staying over at her grandparents’ house in a section of Hilo that was close to the ocean. She was in her pajamas getting ready to go to school and playing with her brother when she heard car horns blaring. She took her brother David, 4, by the hand, and went outside.

The first wave from the giant earthquake had struck Hilo, sort of like a high tide that kept on rising, and had washed out part of the main road before it receded toward the sea. Drivers who didn’t realize the road damage were honking at others…

Jeanne Branch Johnston's uncle Rod Mason took this photo of a tsunami wave that hit Hilo, Hawaii, on April 1, 1946.   From the Alaska Report

Jeanne Branch Johnston's uncle Rod Mason took this photo of a tsunami wave that hit Hilo, Hawaii, on April 1, 1946. From the Alaska Report

…Johnston and her brother looked around at random debris and wondered what had happened, until her brother tugged at her shirt.

“There were red ants biting at David’s feet,” said Johnston, now 69 and living in Kailua, Hawaii. “He started whining and carrying on. I was really interested in staying out there, but he said Come on, let’s go inside.’ So I took him back inside the house, which saved our lives. He and I wouldn’t have been here today if it hadn’t have been for those red ants.”

After Johnston shepherded her little brother back into her grandparents’ house, a second tsunami wave roiled through Hilo, this one larger than the first. Looking from a window on the second floor of the house, Johnston saw the ocean had poured in; water had reached the height of her grandmother’s clothesline.

“I called my grandmother and said, There’s water in the backyard,'” Johnston said. “She said, Don’t worry about it.it’s probably just high seas.’ I said, I think you should come look.’ As soon as she looked out the window, she started screaming and ran for my grandfather.”

Johnston’s grandmother stayed with her grandfather, who didn’t want to leave his house despite the insistence of Johnston’s uncle, Rod Mason, who seemed to know a larger wave was on its way. A neighbor that Johnston called “Uncle Eddie” took charge and gathered together people who would listen to him.

“Eddie had a machete with him, and obviously had a plan,” Johnston said.

Eddie knew the best path to safety was to get to higher ground before another wave came in. He guided a group of children‹some, like Johnston, still barefoot‹into the subtropical forest behind the houses, chopping a path through vines and trees with another man.

“They kept telling us to run,” Johnston said.

She remembers cutting her feet on sharp lava rocks. The images of water percolating through those rocks and floating, thorny lauhala leaves would appear for years in her dreams.

Eddie and other adults delivered the children to a radio tower and higher ground, where the kids played. When the tsunami had dissipated, the adults gathered up Johnston and the other children and brought them back to the place where they gathered before they went into the jungle.

“(The adults) told us not to go out to the street, but it looked very interesting so I went out there anyway,” Johnston said. “I saw a house that was sitting on a bunch of cushions from chairs, then I found out why they didn’t want us to go‹I saw someone’s arm sticking out from underneath a house.”

Ninety-six people died in Hilo on that April Fools Day 63 years ago, and 159 died in the entire territory of Hawaii. And, though Johnston’s family all survived, the tsunami affected her in profound ways.

“I’ve realized over the last 20 years that it had a tremendous impact on me emotionally and physiologically,” Johnston said. “I never really was in touch with it until I started doing tsunami survivor interviews myself.”

University of Hawaii professor Walter Dudley interviewed Johnston in the early 1990s about her experience. Not long after Dudley interviewed her, Johnston stopped having the dream of swimming amid spiky lauhala leaves. She found the storytelling experience so profound that she helped found the Pacific Tsunami Museum and now devotes a good deal of her time to traveling and interviewing tsunami survivors.

“I found that people are captivated by stories, but not very interested in mitigation info,” she said. “If you get them interested in stories you can teach them what to do and how these people were saved. There are always lessons in these stories.”

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