It's been awhile since I've written anything and I put the following information together for my Aunt Vera. The words are almost exclusively my grandfathers, I did make a few edits.
In the late 1920s my grandfather and grandmother crossed the Mississippi River by ferry to visit with his family in Frohna, Missouri. Upon their return, my grandfather's mother slipped some homemade wine in with my grandfather's things. During the ferry crossing back across the river the bottles exploded and my grandfather was mortified that he, a clergyman, would be found with illicit alcohol. This was during prohibition, no one on the ferry thought much of it, but they did have a good laugh.
In 1957 a category 5 tornado hit Campbell Hill. I don't have many details right now, but I recall hearing that my grandfather went out quickly afterward checking on neighbors. I recall he stayed some time with a woman who was buried beneath the rubble of her home. He gave her encouragement as she waited for rescue workers to reach her.