I remember Gloria. I was 5, so pretty young, but I do remember having to go downstairs in our house to the part where my grandparents were living incase it got too bad. We were all huddled down there with a transistor radio and flashlights, and specifically I remember watching the trees swaying a lot out the front door from the bottom of the stairs. When it died down, I remember my dad out in the driveway picking up limbs, and then afterwards he had a mug that his work made that said &quot;I survived Hurricane Gloria&quot;.