Dallas Cole was born in 1918 at home in Somis to a family with two girls and 5 boys. At a young age the family moved to Ventura. After the dam broke her father worked for a company that was associated in the clean up from the disastrous event. She vividly recalls, “They were looking for bodies up and down the river bed. It was a terrible thing!”Bill Hardison was born at home late in 1927 in a small ranch house above Rancho Sespe west of Fillmore. When the dam broke he was three months old, minus one day. “Mother said I was yelling my head off in the morning so she had to get up and feed me and she heard this weird roar. The sky was clear and she couldn’t imagine what it was. It was a very intense roar!” The Hardisons were on the “safe side of the valley”. Through their associations through the ranching association, church and the schools they had many friends and acquaintances that lived on the other side of the river that were affected by the disaster.Wanda Basolo Gunter, born in Fillmore, was also just a few months old at the time of the dam break. “My grandparents had a 2-story farmhouse and it moved two feet.” Los Angeles County paid to have it restructured. There were three cars of family trying to get across the bridge just as the wall of water hit. The first two cars made it across. As they looked back the third car wasn’t there. The bridge was devastated. Gunter’s uncle, the youngest of twelve children and a newlywed, was killed by the raging waters while his brother was found down the river alive in an orange tree with no clothes on. In a reminiscing voice she recalled, “Gee he was a good lookin’ guy.” Gunter’s grandmother was the first telephone operator in Fillmore and her mother was called to Moorpark to identify bodies.Jess Victoria, was born at Limoneira Company where Jess’ father was a picker and a pruner. After saving two hundred dollars in gold coins, he left the citrus business and opened a shoe shop. Victoria remembers getting out of bed and into his father’s Model T sedan. They had no idea what the extent of the flooding would be so they headed to Aliso Canyon up to the Billywack Dairy to get to high ground. There were several other Mexican families that were gathering at the same place. A man with a rifle approached them, wondering what the gathering and commotion was about. Once he heard of the impending flood waters heading towards Santa Paula, he quickly left to make sure that his own mother in town was safe. Victoria recalls Luther Williams on the motorcycle and the sound of sirens. He said at one point that Santa Paula was really trying to make heroes out of the police. “They were doing their duty and that’s all. What does being a hero mean anyway? We all have a duty in life…look out for one another.”Robert Herrera’s mother, Carolina Herrera, told her story to him only once. Robert was born six years after the disaster. Like many families the Herrera’s had to fight for the rights to their property and to rebuild so they could start anew. Carolina’s father, mother and 11or12 children, fled to the hill for higher ground. Upon returning to their house, they discovered that it had lifted right off the foundation and moved around 100 yards. When her father neared the house that belonged to him he suddenly heard a voice call, “Carolina! Carolina”. With a feeling of panic in the air, they began looking for each child. The father went into the house and found the voice that cried for Carolina. It was a bird, a talking parakeet, which her grandfather had brought from Guadalajara in the 1800s. Carolina was fine.Yvonne Knepper’s story was told to her by her father, Abel Robert Balistero, who was sixteen years old at the time. Abel and his father, Julian Balistero, drove from their home in Newhall to Santa Paula for fruit and general supplies. After cranking up the car to get it started, they noticed that the headlights were dim and that it would soon be nightfall. Headlights required a separate fuel in those days. They knew that they could refuel the headlights at their relative’s home near by. They were invited to stay the night and have breakfast before getting on the road. Well after sundown, Julian woke his son, Abel, and said that he wanted to get back on the road after all. They remember the family coming out to wave them goodbye and returning back into their dark little shack. Being a low income Native American family, the houses had no electricity and were mortared with primarily mud. The nine family members and the house disappeared, never to be found. Yvonne said that her father recalled the incident with tears in his eyes saying, “I guess God had different plans for me.” Knepper said, “It was amazing! If they hadn’t left, I wouldn’t be here.”Special thanks to those who shared their stories. There are countless lives that have been touched by the tragedy.