Posts Tagged ‘Red Cross’

So much to say today.  When we took the boys, we were told never to come back to our see our other grandchildren who we had babysat and spent time with continually for years. We were like second parents.  Had I known how bad the abuse of the boys was—I mean, we knew some and that is why we took them, but I had no idea it involved a month locked in the closet, three days without food—had I known this type of thing, I would have called DFS out immediately.  Instead, the step-father got what he wanted. He wanted the three boys who were not his blood out of his family and he wanted us out of his life.  He was smiling when we left.


I woke up with a dream of my granddaughters.  I often dream of the oldest girl.  She and I had a special bond. While granddaughter’s number two and three, favored Grandpa and granddaughter number four was Gaffer’s baby. Oh, how she loved her big brother.  Granddaughter number one was my girl.


She seemed to favor Granddad to begin with but I had gone away for a month and when I returned, the babe in arms she was then looked at me with such admiration and love and that was it. She was my girl, from then on.  When we would arrive and be descended upon by the other children (this is a family of eleven children), granddaughter number one would hold back. I would look around for her and she would be at the edge of the room, near a corner, watching with her slight, shy grin to me.  When the other children then focused on their granddad for tickles and play time, she would come and sit on my lap and almost melt into my body and we would talk.  I miss her so much.  I miss all of them so much.


So, in my dream, I was at my mother’s apartment, outside and instead of the city houses, there was a large park and there, playing in the park was a passel of children. With the modern children playing were my two oldest granddaughters, in pale and shapeless, worn prairie dresses. And, they ran to me and I picked them up, and held them tight to me and was so happy. 


I tried not to wake up, but I did.  It has been three years now since I have seen them. How much they must have grown.  I am told they will find me.  But, knowing the damage that my grandson’s (who live with me now) suffer from, I fear for what shape they will be in. 


On other fronts:


I am watching the storm coming into New Orleans as I finish my morning rituals. It brings back a feeling that I have been through and, I’m sure, a lot of New Orleans families are going through now.  Your life becomes focused on one thing. All other concerns and fears and worries are pushed to the back and there is one focus of your life. Will you have a home, when you get back?


I went through fire evacuations several times during my years in Wyoming.  The worse was when we were told, as we sat in a Red Cross shelter, that the fire had reached our rural street of four houses and surrounded a house.  It had but the firemen saved all our street’s homes. 


Then, we were in Northern Indiana, for Electrician grandson’s graduation, and one of the boys came out and told me that I might want to get online and check our area because it was said to be under water.  So, for that night and the next day, we did not know what we would go home to.  Many people did lose their home and I still remember watching the damage from the tornado a week before, as we drove home. We had only slight water damage.  We were lucky.


But, I know the fear that is in New Orleans and area heart’s and my heart is with you today.  If you don’t mind me reserving a little bit of it for granddaughters.

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I have written often about my favorite things. Today, I am reminded of some of the “less than great” things in life. 

Such as: Being evacuated from our Wyoming home due to fires all around. You sit in a local diner, food you can’t eat in front of you and eyes glued to the tv. All you can do is sit and try not to think about what might await you back home. Sitting at the Red Cross is even worse. This is especially true when someone comes in and says, “The fire is at Jade Street now, and you live on Jade Street. 

Even worse was not being let back up to your road, because the fires are up there, and knowing your elderly mother was in the home alone when the fires struck. Then, you just sit in the pull over by the closest point you can, to your house, and wait. She was okay and we did not lose our home in any of the numerous times we were evacuated.

We are living in Indiana now, where there have been a lot of tornados this year. Right now, we are at the eldest daughter’s home, in South Bend, having a wonderful time celebrating her youngest boys high school graduation.  We partied with neighbors and friends and sat and giggled around the campfire last night. Then, one of the boys came out and told us about the floods in Brown County, where we live.

Friends have called him on his cell phone and tell us that a town eight miles from us is evacuated and towns all around us are flooded. My mother lives in senior housing in a nearby town that is being evacuated and I cannot get through to her.  

At times like this, it is natural for a person to sit and think, what would be the worse thing to lose. I cannot replace my uncle’s violin. I am learning to play and I love that violin.  My photos are all in Rubbermaids so they might be safe. But, others have lost their home and I don’t know what the status of ours is. For now, I just wish everyone was safe. I have a dear friend in Brown County who is near an area of heavy flooding and I just hope she is safe also.

We are scheduled to leave tomorrow. The internet sites tell us NOT to call the State Police for travel routes, so we look at what news articles we can find and try to plot a path to our home, if one is still open. We have a boy who has school tomorrow and another scheduled to work.  That is, if town isn’t flooded. Life goes on. At least in some sense it does.

I will let you know how it turns out, in the meantime, I wish you safety. Stay dry.

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