Subscribe to the Newspaper
Welcome
Search: Site   Web
Home > Crestview News Bulletin
Katrina: My Migration to Crestview
Date: 9/1/2009 Album ID: 827318
Photos by Brian Hughes
Slideshow icon View Slideshow
Pages: 1 2
Sometimes it takes a substantial boot in the britches to move a guy into the next chapter of his life. Mine came from a woman named Katrina. Here is a gallery of pix from that tumultuous several weeks in my life. Read my column here.
Keeping my post-storm cool in St. Francisville, La., by cleaning debris that blew into Mr. Mike's pool as he supervises. The power came back on about an hour after I was done.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
My friend Chris Romano, Mr. Mike's son, reads the Baton Rouge Advocate's coverage of Hurricane Katrina a day or two after the storm hit.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
On Mr. Mike's TV we watched in horror as the post-Katrina drama unfolded in New Orleans. In this image from WAFB-Baton Rouge, the right side of the split screen shows rescue boats being launched from an I-610 down ramp less than a mile from my house.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
The beginning of my journey to Crestview began with a stop for lunch at Mammy's outside of Natchez, Miss. Their pies are renowned! We also had a sad glimpse into the worst of human nature. As we ate, thieves broke into several evacuees' cars in the parking lot and stole some of the few belongings they had brought with them. Luckily my car was untouched.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Sitting in one of several gas lines I encountered en route to Crestview. This one was off of I-20 somewhere east of Vicksburg, Miss. Luckily I had a good book with me!
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
About three weeks after Hurricane Katrina hit, I returned to my house. Looking down my street, Carrollton Avenue in Metairie, just across the 17th Street Canal from New Orleans, you can see damaged household belongings at the curb in front of almost every house.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
My house as seen from the yard of my across-the-street neighbors. They were not as lucky as I was, as you can see from the pile of household debris at the curb. Mine is the home on the right side of this duplex. The apartment complex behind my house had to be torn down as it was so extensively damaged.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
My friend Verne's house, farther down Carrollton Avenue sustained the loss of some shingles, but luckily was otherwise unscathed. Good thing: That's my little blue car under his Verne's carport!
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
The neighbor across from Verne's house, unfortunately, did not fare as well as he did. They had considerable roof damage, particularly from that tree that split apart.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
One of the many makeshift observation platforms people jerry-rigged along the 17th Street Canal's west-side wall. From these vantage points they could see across the canal to the New Orleans side, which sustained catastrophic flooding when the wall on the eastern side failed after the storm in the surge of water from Lake Pontchartrain.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Looking into New Orleans across the 17th Street Canal from the Metairie side. You can clearly see where the flood wall failed. The bit of tan wall on the right is the original wall. The breach was finally sealed by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers using an earthen dyke.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
More spectators looking from the Metairie side across the 17th Street Canal at the flooding on the New Orleans side. The guy in the white T-shirt and blue jeans is my friend Scott, a New Orleans architect. When his condo was damaged, he moved into his office and lived there several weeks.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
A father shows his young daughter and son the flood damage to New Orleans from the west side of the 17th Street Canal.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Girls jog passed a pile debris that is all that remains of the homes and restaurants that comprised the little fishing village of Bucktown. The small community, which was along the west side of the 17th Street Canal, was completely wiped out by the storm surge in Lake Pontchartrain. In the background people look over the temporary flood wall at the place where Bucktown stood.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
This jogger pauses on top of the temporary flood wall and looks out over Lake Pontchartrain where the fishing village of Bucktown stood until Hurricane Katrina destroyed it.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Little remains of the fishing village of Bucktown except utility poles, dumpsters, and pilings where the fishing fleet tied up along the 17th Street Canal. The carport at the center left is the only Bucktown structure to survive the storm.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Debris washed up along the shore of Lake Pontchartrain included boats, a lifevest, and pieces of furniture from Bucktown homes and restaurants. Bucktown stood where the stretch of water in the left distance is.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Almost every home in the Metairie neighborhoods within a mile of Lake Pontchartrain sustained damage, either from flood waters or from rain leaking in. A pile of debris stood in front of nearly every house. These residents were fortunate. Across the 17th Street Canal to the east of these neighborhoods, the water gushing through the breach in the flood wall rose more than eight feet and completely destroyed many houses.
Email Page to FriendEnlarge this Photo
Pages: 1 2
MyCapture, Inc. - A Second Street Media, Inc. Solution
© MyCapture, Inc. - A Second Street Media, Inc. Solution All rights reserved.

FAQ | Terms of Use | Privacy Policy | Order Status

powered by
google
Search
        Search: Web    Site

RSS Feeds | Site Map | Privacy Policy | User Agreement | Local Business Directory | About Us |

Autos | Homes & Real Estate | Jobs | Classifieds

Freedom Communications, Inc

Freedom Communications, Inc.