Although I grew up mostly overseas, I am from New Orleans and lived there until I was about six years old. We would come back to New Orleans almost every Christmas and summer to visit my mom’s parents and other family that lived there.
My dad’s mom’s parents – Owen J. “Jake” and Genevieve “Ginny” Bradley – had a house located in Belle Chasse (Plaquemines Parish) which they passed down to him and where we often stayed on our visits. They also passed down their names – my dad being named after his grandfather and me taking their last name as my first.
I have a lot of memories of running around in Belle Chasse, helping to paint the shed, stepping into fire ant beds, and almost getting bitten by a snake! We had several acres behind the house where we could run around, swing on the tree swings, and walk back only a few hundred yards more, across the railroad tracks, and onto the levee.
If you look at Google maps you can see where “Belle Chasse” was at the corner of Belle Chasse Hwy and Bradley Place. Of course, Belle Chasse was the name of the town, but to us, it referred to the home that once belonged to my great-grandparents.
I had heard my dad talk for years about Betsy and Camille and how they had wreaked havoc on New Orleans back in 1965 and 1969. How Camille had stolen the two oak trees that used to reside between the house and the garage, some hundred feet away. He talked a lot about how New Orleans would be in serious trouble if a hurricane hit directly. And, something, something about the Army Corps of Engineers and the levee system… I listened about as well as you could expect a youngster to, which is not very much. Of course, I didn’t really understand what he was talking about or why it was so important.
Now I do.
My Pawpee and Maw Maw Shirley evacutated Metairie on Saturday to go stay with my parents in Chappell Hill, Texas. My great-grandmother, Maw Maw Batt, who still lives by herself at 98 years old in Kenner, left with other family members. Their homes, as well as the homes of many family members and friends are most certainly flooded and a complete mess. My brother-in-law Mike sent this photo of the levee break along with indicators of where his and my sister’s first house was as well as a restaurant that all my family has frequented. The photo on the upper right is the Hyatt where my family all stays when we go back to ride in Endymion for Mardi Gras each year.
For all intents and purposes the city of New Orleans no longer exists.
This is an incredibly sad and tragic day for the people of New Orleans. I am thankful to my friends and family that are safe – some of them not evacuating until the last moment – but at least getting out. Now the hard part is how long it is going to take before they can go back, and is going to be left to go back to.