Living in a small Texas town back in the early 60's, we headed down the storm cellar anytime a dark cloud would form. It seemed like everyone back then had a storm cellar, but I wasn't even 5 years old so my "everyone" may be a little limited. My Mamaw Michael, my Grandpapa Foster, and Minnie and Clarence Baker to name just a few all had cellars. I can still remember the smell and feel of dampness as you walked down the steep steps of the concrete cellar. The cellars were lined with wooden shelves filled with canning jars and spiders….lots of spiders.