This is the McCook Power Plant before the flood.
This is the Power Plant after the flood. Both pictures courtesy of Carol Wolf Britton.
In the spring of 1935 the fertile valley of the Republican
River and its tributaries had overflowed several times, and we
can now think of the floods of 1935 by numbers. At McCook the
river was at flood stage four times in twenty days. The first
flood, May 28,1935, the second or really "Big Flood"
occurred on May 31, 1935, the third on June 13 and the forth on
June 16 and 17, 1935.
The second was the Big Flood as it will be designated in
this narrative, is the worst known in this valley to any one
living, as far as can be learned. Scores of lives were lost,
dozens of homes washed away and it destroyed thousands of acres
of land rendered worthless for several years, and some forever,
and caused millions of dollar of other damage on the 250 mile
front of the river in Nebraska alone. In the McCook area there
were six homes completely destroyed and several moved from their
foundations. This story will be limited to the flood and the
The Big Flood started early in the morning of May 31, at
McCook, reached its peak in the afternoon, but water continued to
run in the usually dry ditch near the power plant almost
continuously until the latter part of June. From newspaper
reports, we gather that damaging rains fell around Denver,
Colorado, in the Republican watershed on May 30, and that the
peak of the flood entered Kansas near Superior on June 1, 1935.
At about 4:A.M, the operator on duty at the power plant
sent out the warning that water was running in the ditch north of
the plant. Employees were called and requested to secure other
men and report to the plant as soon as possible. By 5; A.M. some
12 men had reported for duty and were filling sacks with sand and
cinders. A wall of bags was built around the doors to keep out
the water as had been done on the 28th.
As the water continued to rise more bags were secured and
more shovels purchased until there were enough for all men. In a
short time the land outside of the wall of bags was entirely
under water and it was necessary to fill the bags with cinder
only. One cinder car had been sent to us two days before and that
morning two more were switched down near the power plant, by the
C, B, & Q Railroad.
The water soon reached the level of the previous high
water, but we felt safe for the new dam was wider and built
better than the one that had been torn down the day before. In
the meantime men inside of the plant were also busy. Preparations
were being made to cope with the water if some of it seeped
through the wall and reached the power plant doors. All the doors
except two, were closed and sand bags placed against them to keep
out the seepage. The sand bag walls were not very long, and soon
the thirty or more men working on them could not keep ahead of
the water. There was a cry from someone that the water was
washing out our sand bags at the front wall and all of the men
around there rushed into the plant. In a few seconds the terrific
force of the water obliterated all signs of the four foot rampart
we had built. It was not long until the walls at the rear of the
plant also gave way, and the men who were not on the train cars
were all inside the power plant. The water was now against the
doors and the seepage was becoming a serious problem. It was
about this time that we realized that the embankment on which we
could have returned to land was washed out and that we were
marooned for the time being at least.
It did not worry us for the water was almost as high a few
days before and we thought it would soon begin to go down . The
water continued to rise . Word was received from the chief
dispatcher's office that the water had risen at the rate of 2
feet in 10 minutes at Culbertson. The plea came from the business
men " not to let the plant go down regardless of what
happens " made us double out efforts to not be whipped by
the flood. Even the discouraging news of rapidly rising water was
not enough to make us cease our efforts to keep up the service.
The Plant Shut Down.
It soon become too much and we were forced to shut down the
large engines and cut off the current to the city at 10:50 A.M.
We continued to operate one of the small engines until 11: 20
A.M. when water on the floor made the operation of these engines
unsafe. Although the plant was shut down the work seemed
hopeless. We kept ourselves busy. The seepage through the cracks
around the doors was increasing and the well house pit was
filling up fast. Several motors in this room were loosened from
their foundations, and were carried to a safe place where they
would not get wet, so we thought, water was also running in the
oil pump pits. Efforts made to remove the motors from these were
unsuccessful for the water was filling these bits very fast.
The motor generator set was dismantled and put on the large
engines. Some of the men started bailing out water and were
hoping to get rid of the seepage as fast as it came in, when
suddenly we heard a crash, and a cry from the men on the old
section of the plant. One of the doors in the rear had broken
down permitting the flood to enter the plant. This drove us all
onto the switchboard and on the top of engines. When the rush of
water entered the plant one of the men, instead of seeking safety
on a large engine climbed onto one of the smaller engines taking
with him a piece of garden hose. From there he reached the roof
through the penthouse over the engine. Those of us perched on the
top of the large engines could see the flood outside only through
some of the small windows. We felt the men on the cinder cars
outside were safe and comfortable, until we realized the water
was so high the cars was beginning to float away. There was a mad
scramble to the west wall by some of the men inside who could
swim. The water was about 5 feet deep inside the plant by now.
The larger part of the men in two of the cars succeeded in
entering the plant through the windows. Two of the men, on the
car near the oil unloading station were thrown into the water and
saved themselves by climbing unto the roof of the old portion of
the power plant. The first employee on the roof , by using the
rubber hose as a rope, assisted the two of the men onto the roof.
Thus all employees were saved either by coming into the plant or
climbing onto the roof.
The water continued to rise until it appeared that we,
standing on top of the large engine would soon be standing in the
water. Some of the men tried to make a hole in the corrugated
asbestos roof but we had only a short piece of board and this was
not large enough to pound a hole through the thick roofing. The
men on top must have heard us, for in a short time we heard a
crash and a board came through the roof from above, striking one
of the men on the forehead. After the hole was enlarged we all
went through onto the roof where we spent the next 24 hours.
From the roof we saw the crowd of people on the banks some 400 feet away, our wives, mothers, fathers and friends. Under normal conditions we could have conversed but the loud roar of the water made it impossible. One or two suggested trying to swim to shore but this idea was quickly put out of their minds as we did not believe that any one could get across the water to land. We were helpless until the water subsided, and realized all we could do was to remain where we were.
On the shore there was a great deal of confusion. Hundreds
of people flocked to the waters edge. Finally a plan to send a
rope across to the plant was carried out. The insulators were
shot off one of the wires from the land to the plant with high
powered rifles. To this a large rope was attached and we on the
roof pulled it to the power plant. A telephone cable car and hand
line were brought over on the rope so that we could pull the cart
to and from the land. The two H frames, to which the wire had
been fastened and which now held the rope had to be crossed and
one man was stationed at each frame to assist the rescued men in
changing the car from one side of the pole to the other. Two men
were thus transferred from the roof to land. As we were about to
start the third man the water washed out the poles and the
employee on the H frame near the plant dived into the flood. By
his skillful swimming he succeeded in reaching a point near land
about one forth a mile below, where he was thrown a rope and
rescued. The washing out of the poles and breaking of the rope
ended the attempt to rescue us in this manner. Towards dusk we
saw the launching of a large pontoon and were not surprised to
see the current carry it back to land. It is well that no further
attempts were made to rescue us that night.
Finally darkness came and with it a certain feeling of
despair at the thought of the long hours before us with the roar
of the flood and the lapping of the waves against the walls. We
did not know how long the walls of the portion of the plant on
which we were then staying, would stand the force of the water.
The north or front of the plant, which we always considered as
being unusually strong, had been undermined already.
Possibly the greatest relief we had during the night was
the light shining on the plant from the engines on the oil spur,
and the fire truck and other cars to the east. No one except we
who spent the night on the roof know the cheer we received from
those lights. The afternoon showers and the cold wind did not add
to the pleasure of our enforced stay in the open. There was some
physical comfort by lying together on the roof where we could get
a little bit of protection from the wind. Of course the men on
the outside were cold and were forced to change places with the
men on the inside from time to time. Some of us slept several
hours that night while others walked around most of the time.
At last dawn came and with it sunshine and hope that the
water would recede sufficiently to permit us to return to land.
Several attempts were again made to have small boats come to the
plant. Finally two men succeeded in rowing to us with sandwiches,
coffee and water, the first food we had for more than 24 hours.
Later two others rowed out and took back three of our roof
dwellers. One of them had injured his hand the day before and we
wished to get him home where he could consult a doctor as soon as
possible. Later, when the water had gone down sufficiently, we
waded out to a sand bar near the cooling tower, a large boat was
brought to us and from then on, trips were made taking 7 or 8 men
each time until we were all landed safely on land. The last boat
reached land at about 2:30 P.M. Forty of us were marooned by the
worst flood in the history of the valley with nothing but a few
cigarettes to satisfy hunger and thirst. Not one of us was
seriously injured or suffered very much from the experience.
During the period of our isolation in and on the power plant,
there was very little general conversation. The men were not
panicky and at no time was there a rush to be first when an
opportunity presented itself for rescue. In fact, it was
necessary for the manager, who was with the marooned group, to
call out the men who were to be rescued. This was done without
favor, as nearly all the workers were strangers to him.
The Roof Men
The following men were trapped in the power plant except
Paul Wilson, who brought the telephone cable from land.
Jake Amen================= W. R Evans===========Hugh Meyers
Floyd Albright===============R. H. French==========E.J. Nelson
F. W. Anthony===============Frank Gillen==========W. Rishel
W. Baker===================John Herbst===========C.C. Parker
John Baker==================John Herman==========George Schlseman
Cloyd Bell==================Merl Huet============George Simmons
T.C. Bergin=================A.S. Hockman=========J.L. Snyder
Floyd Bower================J.R. Jaquet============Ed. Sterr
Charles Clark================Harry Jenson==========Gunner Swanson
Oscar Clark=================Ray Lytle=============Stewart Walker
Carl Cottingham==============V Lytle==============Paul Wilson
Lou Dulaney================Elmer Mapes==========Louis Wolf
Ralph Elwood===============Mike Worski==========Joe Ward
C. H. England. =========================================
Personal Note. When I was a kid I used to walk down Ravens
Wood Road and it came to an abrupt end at the river. It was
always a place that was a little eerie to me as that is where the
homes had been that were washed away. It always just seemed odd
to me that the road just stopped like it did. I am sure it has
changed a great deal over the years and maybe one day I will get
to walk down there again and see if I feel the same way about the
area. I think the work that was done that day was remarkable
considering the pictures I have seen of the aftermath of the
flood and the damage to the power plant. I am amazed that the
building survived the strong flood waters. This was a very proud
moment for my father and he told the stories many times to us
kids and even my mother told us how worried she was as she and my
father were engaged at the time. This article is dedicated to the
memory of all those brave and hard working souls that survived
during this traumatic time. Carol Wolf Britton
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