It was in a room in the basement behind the bathrooms. There was another shelter I found in downtown Seattle under the an old movie theatre downtown (now a banana rebublic or something). If it was raining outside and you were in the shelter, if the wind blew just right you might get wet. I would have expected all this stuff to be looted long ago.Īs a shelter, it was worthless. The toilet barrel and toilet paper, the crackers, a few other boxes I didn’t look in. When I lived there (1982) I was supprised to find many of the supplies were still there. It was under a cement staircase that was exposed to the outside element. There was a “fallout shelter” in an old apartment building I lived in. Despite this, it was Reagan who was bigger on increasing our nuclear capabilities. The President has to make a choice of retaliation strategies.) On the other hand, Reagan, who was always vague on details, might not have been able to understand the instructions on launching our missiles in retaliation for a Soviet strike quickly enough to make a difference. He actually learned the details of how he could choose a response.
Carter understood what it meant to be in charge of the nuclear trigger and insisted on being shown all the details of what would happen if Soviet missiles were detected coming toward the U.S. Being lackadaisical about the consequences of nuclear war was more typical of Reagan than Carter. The fallout shelters had pretty much been forgotten by Carter’s time and were already accepted as being no more than sick jokes. I think that he actually got CongressionalĬite? I don’t remember any such thing.
> drive out of the target zone and live elsewhere when the > President Carter came up with some plan that everyone would > I think that the end of the fallout shelter stuff was when I guess they didn’t want to tell us that we would all be reduced to ash – makes for some nasty nightmares.
I’m sure those old wood desks would shield us from a nuclear blast. In retrospect, I often wonder whose brilliant idea that was. When I was in first grade, we had “bomb drills.” When the teacher would yell, “duck,” we would all scramble under our desks. The question is would there be anything left worth living for? I can’t imagine living for several weeks on water, crackers and candy, but I suppose it could be done. There was water, medical supplies including antibiotics and Phenobarbital (that should keep everyone calm) and even a Geiger counter. There were crackers that were supposed to “swell up” in your stomach to make you feel full and carbohydrate pills (candy) there was no real food. It was interesting to see all the instructions that came with the supplies. The supplies had become outdated by about 10 years and we threw most of it out. Years ago, the church I attended had a Civil Defense designated “bomb shelter” in the basement.
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