It's the tenth year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I remember being totally obsessed with the coverage of the impending storm and then aftermath.
Personally, with 1/2 of my family being in Biloxi, it was a difficult time. No word for a few days about anybody. No cell phone coverage, not phone lines up. It was difficult to get a word about if they were okay.
I didn't get an opportunity to go back until a few years later. My grandfather's house, less than a half mile from the beach, was standing. But it had been knocked off it's foundation and floated across his yard. If not for a few trees that stopped it, it would have been a total loss. The yard I played in as a kid every year on vacation was different. All the smaller trees I could climb were gone. My great uncle and 2nd cousin's houses that lay on the other half of the 3 acre plot and the huge work sheds behind both that housed their shrimp boats were all wiped away. Just bare plots of cement left.
The store that we used to cut through the side fence to get to, to buy Barq's root beer (In the glass bottles, before Coke bought them), that had been there since the late 1800s was wiped away.
All the places we visited as kids were gone. All the landmarks that had been there forever, were gone. It was totally wiped away.
I still get upset when I hear about New Orleans and how bad it was. Yes, being flooded sucks. But at least it was intact buildings being flooded, not rubble washed away by a 30 foot storm surge.
My Aunt, who was on CNN talking about how they were left hanging by the government with no food or water, suffered for a few years with PTSD before passing away. My cousins who had lived there their entire lives were forced to move away. My grandfather was able to have his house moved back onto it's now reinforced foundation, but the mud and water damage caused them to have to gut the house and redo everything. The beautiful home he built with his own hands, which had hand laid wood floors and paneling that had so much charm is now drywall and linoleum floors.
A lot of people there didn't recover emotionally.
Anybody else with memories or family that went through Katrina?
This guy has some fucking neve to complain about his self-imposed exile: Father in Exile By RODNEY ELLIS as told to LIZ WELCH My daughter Alena was born on July 20, and I am lucky I was there. I'm a Democratic Texas state senator from Houston.