Gone, Gone, Gone: Galveston, Texas, After the Storm Part 1
Gone, Gone, Gone, the hit song by Robert Plant and Allison Krauss, was one of my favorites, but little did I know that it would become my theme song for today, September 12, 2008.
I was born in Galveston, Texas, and have always loved the beach… hot sunny afternoons inner tubing in the water… swallowing salt water… returning home as red as a lobster.
I had planned planed to wait about another week when all the vacationing kids were back in school, then I was going to enjoy the peace and quite of a little- populated beach, to camp out. Along the seawall I would walk the beaches in the early morning and swim in the waters of the gulf each day.
Those plans are now history because of a hurricane named “Ike”. If Ike was a dog, I would say, “Bad, bad, dog!”
On August 22, I wrote a post on this blog called Psychic Cleansing: Galveston Beach. I showed you a picture taken underneath a building on the beach that I was using for shade. That building is Gone, Gone, Gone. The hurricane yesterday turned it, and all the other buildings sticking out over the water into a pile of splintered wood and then the waves threw debris up on the Galveston seawall in a pile of rubbish waiting for the garbage man.
It is a little sad that I will never see those beach buildings or the seagulls nested up under the eaves ever again.
Tonight, I would post for you some pictures of the beach as it was, but the photos are in my house in Houston. And… at the moment I can’t get back into my neighborhood until the roads are all cleared.
I am not even sure of the condition of my house. I live in a pine-wood forest and there are huge trees everywhere.
Here’s is the pine tree that looms over the top of my house, hopefully. It may be on top of my house, courtesy of Ike. The house is two stories tall and this tree probably goes up more than another two stories. So here I sit in my trailer in Austin, waiting to see if that tree got me or not. I have been in enough hurricanes to know that trees break under high wind and crash down onto anything in their path.
Tree Hanging Over My House
Here’s another photo of my backyard on a sunny 100 degree day. Notice all the trees.
Sunny Backyard
When I get back in my house I want to discuss the buildings that were destroyed and the way that destruction erased history. We might even find a psychic lesson amongst the rubble.
As we say in Texas, “Ya’ll come back.”
Written by Sandra ColleRain Copyright © 2008