Memories of Hurricane Betsy

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With Isaac filling up the Gulf (WHAT a huge storm!), I can’t help but remember the day Hurricane Betsy dumped the waters of Lake Pontchartrain into the Industrial Canal, and the Bonne Carre Spillway gates broke open. The rooftops of my neighborhood peeked above the flood waters and everyone came to our house – the only two story house in the neighborhood.

” I was useless. Cranky from a low fever and tonsillitis coming on, and scared of something outside called Betsy that had Mama in a panic and voices squawking out of Daddy’s ham radio – she’s comin’ straight at’chya. My brother hauled whole drawers upstairs and my sister swept up armloads of dolls and everybody was short tempered in their haste to get their treasures to safety. Shooed out of the way, I laid down in my clothes to suck my thumb and listen to the mimosa tree beat against my window, begging me to let it in and put it with the dolls and Mama’s silver and Daddy’s books, safe from Betsy….”

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