As a teen growing up in central IN (about 35 years ago) I felt an earthquake. I went outside and looked at the house because I though someone was outside shaking it.
Around 29 years ago, northeast Indiana in a big old 100 year old Catholic church for a Wednesday night Mass for my recently departed Grandfather. A 5-something somewhere and the racket from the pews in the old place was amazing, I went outside to see what was going on. Came back in and a nun from California clued me in on it.