A few things I remember 6 years later:
- the weatherman saying, “a little jog to the west.”
- preaching Sun, Aug 28 to a small group of people who mostly had their bags packed for a nervous trip north.
- seeing my family drive away into the endless stream of cars heading north.
- the 3 hour drive that took 9 hours.
- the sound of generators running from miles around.
- the smell of pine sap, sweat, and bar oil. It’s forever burned into my nostrils.
- the trees. So many trees.
- 10 weeks without electricity.
- MRE’s and Southern Baptist cooked pastalaya.
- Countless volunteers, I wish I could remember all their names, who cooked, cut, constructed, & deconstructed.
- Rice crispy treats!!! Our church received a call, “Can you take the contents of a truck from TN?” “What’s in it?” “Not sure.” It was a truck load of rice crispy treats. Took forever to get rid of them. Still have night mares about rice crispy treats.
- Saying good-bye to friends who had to move away.
- The heart breaking sights and sounds in the city of New Orleans & the Gulf Coast.
- The day my family came home :)).
- Laying down in my bed for the first night with electricity and realizing the trees were no longer there to shade the street lights.
- Hearing people say Katrina was a good thing because it helped me realize I needed God and needed others.
Also, see my post on What’s worse than a Cat 4 Hurricane.