Thursday, June 8, 2006
We finally heard from our friend/adopted family Christine who lives in New Orleans! It was such a relief.
I felt really stupid when she gently hinted that we could have called her. We had been trying since she was in Texas to call her, but the computer lady that always answered her phone said it wasn’t a working number. That’s where the stupid part comes in. If you put a 2 where I had a 3 in the prefix, her cell phone works just fine.
Christine is finally back in New Orleans. She and “Granma” left the morning Katrina hit — got lost on the way to our house and ended up first in Shreveport and then in Texas.
Christine has had a rough time since then. Granma died, I think of just plain ole sadness, and after her death, FEMA yanked everything from Christine. Pulled all the paperwork that had been struggled through and Christine was left all but hopeless.
Since then, she has returned to New Orleans, found a pro-bono lawyer and bought herself a mobile home with money she had left after her parents died a few years ago (both her parents died of cancer within six months of each other).
She has her mobile home set up in the front yard of her and Granma’s house on Piedmont in New Orleans. The house is in Gentilly, which is one of the areas that was under water for so long.
Christine says she can’t get in her doors yet, most of the furniture and flotsam seems to have floated against the doors. She’s climbing in and out the windows to get in the house. She has managed to get a lot of the back yard cleaned out though.
Dana and I are headed to New Orleans next weekend to see if we can help get Christine’s doors open. Maybe if we can go down and work once a month or so, it won’t take quite as long to get things rolling along.
There are a few things in New Orleans that I want to check on after I make sure that Christine is really all right — Aunt Sally’s for instance. Have you ever had Aunt Sally’s praline pecans?
And Cafe Du Monde’ in Jackson Square — those beignets are so good!
Then there’s the little store that always smells like roses — I think it’s called either Yesterday or Rendezvous. They have the most gorgeous Battenburg stuff and lace handkerchiefs (don’t ask me why I like to look at lace handkerchiefs; I have no idea!).
And then, there’s the entire French Market and the Aquarium and the Zoo, etc.
New Orleans has lost a lot of history that may not be recoverable, although I hope it can be.
We’ve got Christine though, so we’re some of the fortunate ones!
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