Here's the picture I was referring to in the last post:
Yes, this is our front yard and yes, we are hillbillys. My Mom had this urge, that's the only word I have to describe her strange determination, despite my wishes, to spray paint this for all the world to see. I can only make sense of it by thinking that maybe as an artist skilled at painting and drawing, this was her expression of anger at Ike's plan to rain on her baby girl's Big Day. Instead of raising her fist skyward, Mom, like an Indian warrior putting on war paint before battle, chose spray paint as her medium of defiance. Ball of emotions that I was, this made me so mad at the time as I just wanted to keep it to myself, but for whatever reason she just had to do it. Most of the time it makes me laugh to think how upset I got, most of the time. It was like Clash of the Titans, me and Mom over this plywood "work of art". In the end, Titan Numero Uno won and we have this masterpiece to remember it by.
When we were all huddled in my parent's hallway the night before the 13th when Ike came whipping through, I really thought we weren't supposed to get hit that bad. Houston, yes, but Livingston would just get some major wind and rain. I was upset of course that the wedding was postponed, but I was banking on the calm after the storm. When we walked outside for the first time, my heart sank. And I know now that north of Houston was one of the worst hit areas.
Friday, September 12, 2008 - Pre Ike:Our Almost Wedding Day, Saturday, September 13, 2009 - Post Ike:
Here are a few more pictures of what Ike left us to work with:
I have to tell you about this one. Like I said, when we walked outside, we were all heartbroken - every single one of us. We had worked so hard on that yard all summer. Before the hurricane, Joey had joked, "Well, if we can't get it together, we'll just go to the Justice of Peace!" It was a joke, but I knew their was a bit of true sentiment behind it. When we walked outside for the first time he wasn't saying much, but I knew that's what he was thinking we were going to have to do. And I was thinking not after we had spent months in wedding labor. I was not going to give in. I was going to walk down the aisle in my wedding dress so help me God. So I was scared that he was going to tell me this and I didn't know what I was going to do. What if we couldn't get the wedding together in two weeks? It didn't seem right to postpone it again, but at the same time month's of work going to waste?
It turned out that we had people come by with their chainsaws, bulldozers, and rakes to help out. Here are a few pictures of people who with their help made our wedding really happen.
Wow. Looking at these pictures brought back waves of memories. I can't begin to imagine the emotions you must have been dealing with. Steven was called away for work days before the storm and was gone for weeks afterward. To say that cleaning up our home/yard was overwhelming would be an understatement. Not sure what I'd have done without family and friends. Even strangers! Looks like you guys experienced the same sort of helping hands. Funny how soothing just raking leaves could be. You could see results with relatively minimal effort and it helped pass the time!!! A rake is top of the list on my "hurricane preparedness" checklist. Can't wait to see wedding pictures! I heard so much about the transformation. Kudos! And Happy "Almost" anniversary.ReplyDelete
Yes, so many strangers came to our aid. It was unbelievable. My Dad works for the electric co-op and he was gone the entire time too. He almost didn't make it to rehearsal dinner. The toughest part for the neighborhood was getting the roadways cleared enough for the electric trucks to even get down the roads. I'm guessing Darci must have filled you in! I just knew she was going to have Jamie at the wedding! :)ReplyDelete