The 1963 Atlantic hurricane season was a below average Atlantic hurricane season, with nine named storms. Although the season officially began on June 1, the first storm did not form until nearly a month later. Hurricane Cindy made landfall in Texas before dissipating in the southern portion of the state. In late September, Hurricane Edith moved through the Windward Islands and Greater Antilles before dissipating east of the Bahamas, before causing ten fatalities, and leaving roughly $47 million (1963 USD) in damage in the Caribbean. Following Edith was Hurricane Flora, a powerful hurricane that struck Haiti and Eastern Cuba in early October. Throughout its lifetime, Flora killed over 7,000 people, making the system the fifth or sixth deadliest Atlantic hurricane of all time. The final hurricane of the season, Ginny, was a tropical cyclone that affected parts of North Carolina in the middle of October. Three people were killed as a result of the storm, and damage totals reached $500,000.
The 1963 season as a whole was very destructive, with at least 7,225 fatalities, and $588.8 million in damage. However, not all storms affected land areas. Hurricane Beulah in late August formed east of the Lesser Antilles and moved north, several hundred miles to the east of Bermuda. In addition, Tropical Storm Three in the middle of September formed between the United States East Coast and Bermuda before dissipating well northeast of Newfoundland.
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