“It ain’t much, but it’s ours,” aptly applies to our family home of the past 13 years. The story of how we came to rest on Bayou Dularge from Bayou Grand Caillou by way of Bayou Black, is a long one that won’t be told here. Home is where the heart is, and for our youngest child, who is 13, this is the only home he remembers.
Hurricane Rita put about ten inches of water in our home in 2005, which started a long, and sometimes unbelievable government grant program called The Road Home. For us, it was The LONG Road Home or better yet, The Road to Nowhere! How about The Dead End Road?
You veteran readers know what we went through to get temporarily back in our home after these storms, so I’ll spare you the repetition.
Before the promised grant money for elevating our home above the flood plain arrived, Hurricane Ike put another foot of water in our home in 2008. Please realize that our house is four feet off the ground . . . not flat on the ground. And also remember that this community did not settle in a flood zone. This has become a flood zone over years of wetland loss and the resulting damage from saltwater intrusion.
So, what do you think these are for? Go ahead. Take a wild guess!
I did a happy dance in the backyard!