Cenizo Journal Spring 2015 | Page 12

A Town Remembers by C. W. (Bill) Smith R Foundation of motel where the Johnson family lost their lives. All photos in this story are courtesy of Terrell County Memorial Museum. ain had fallen steadily through the afternoon and night of June 10, 1965, at times a drizzle, at times the bottom seeming to drop out. A stalled thunderstorm in the hills and canyons of the Edwards Plateau west of Sanderson, Texas dumped as much as 11 inches of rain in that area by sunrise of June 11, according to local ranchers. Sanderson Creek and all its attendant feeders quickly filled up, pushing a mass of water down the watershed, try- ing to find a way through the brush and mesquite-clogged waterways to empty 12 Cenizo into the Rio Grande. Each arroyo, ravine and rivulet fed even more water until the flood became a torrent. As the water moved along it took out fences, railroad bridges, telephone poles and scrub vegetation, creating a massive battering ram as it moved downstream to take out even larger structures. Six miles west of Sanderson a long diversion dam channeled the deluge. The dike had been thrown up in the 1930s when the state was building US Highway 90, to force Sanderson Creek under one large bridge to save money, Second Quarter 2015 rather than fording the snaking creek bed with two smaller bridges. As water from the creek rapidly filled the area behind the dam with its narrow outlet, the earthwork soon collapsed in a roar and an even larger wave of water and debris headed toward the hapless town. Just west of Sanderson the water from two large draws, Three Mile and Red Mill, came crashing into the mael- strom of debris, bridge timbers, tele- phone poles and cross ties, punching the water into a black mass riding six or seven feet above the already-swollen creekbed, making a canyon-wall-to- canyon-wall battering ram some 15 feet high and five football fields wide. The water swirled with whirlpools, eddies and currents, creating what one man said looked like a veritable tornado of water. Now the water had become a hideous black monster, ready to devour the town of Sanderson. • • • • • Peto Perez was just a 15-year-old kid, that summer. Slim Muller had given him a summer job pumping gas