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Thursday Inspiration 33 — The day we lost our home

Teapot full of fruit

Home is one of those things that so many consider to be a  basic necessity: a place to take your shoes and socks off at the end of the day and kick up your feet; a place to have a warm meal and a cool drink; a place to store essential items; a place to lay your head and sleep. It’s where the basic utilities and provisions also reside, including electricity, running water, bathroom facilities, a tub and/or shower, stove, refrigerator, heating and/or cooling depending on the season. It is a place of safety, where walls and doors protect from earth-bound attacks and a roof to keep out the unwanted weather.

My name is Lindsy and I’m 10 years old. I never gave my home much thought – until it was gone. My brother Larry is 9, and we lived in a small cottage by the Gulf of Mexico with our Memaw and Nana and our dog, Boo Boo, a beagle who loves to bark and cry, no matter the occasion.

Every year there was a time of great storms. Most of the time when the storms came, we all went into our basement with candles and jugs of water, hoping Father Wind and Mother Rain would pass us by without harm. This year though, Mother Rain came early in the season and kept falling, which flooded the streets, which then went into our basement. By the time Father Wind arrived our basement was full of water. This year we had no basement for protection. We lit incense at our altar of Kwan Yin and tapped the brass bells for protection.

Father Wind did not want to listen and blew the roof off of our cottage. Nana and the rest of us were doused with Mother Rain for six hours. Father Wind raged through the neighborhood and the sound of mighty beams ripping loose echoed in our ears. Water flooded our main floor and Boo Boo howled all night with cold and fear. Memaw covered Larry, Boo Boo, and I with blankets and put a tarp under us and over us on the top bunk of our bunk beds. She and grandmother slept in our small boat that she pulled inside and lined with sleeping bags and covered with a tarp. Memaw tied the rope of the boat to our doorknob so they wouldn’t float away. It was difficult for us to sleep with so much sound and wet and cold all around us.

We heard a siren in the morning, then a blurry voice on a speaker saying help was here so come out. Memaw pulled the boat over to the bunk bed and Larry and I climbed on. Boo Boo was in my arms, quiet now, but shaking. Memaw turned the choke and pulled the cord on the small motor at the back of the boat, which sputtered to life. I never thought we would be riding a boat in our house!  Memaw steered us out of the bedroom, then down the hall to the living room, and out the front door. We saw that our neighborhood was a lake now.

We saw the flashing red and blue lights of the rescuers and Memaw steered our boat towards them with the rudder. I was hungry and I knew everyone else had to be also. Maybe the rescuers in the boat would have toast or juice for us. Larry spoke my thoughts and said, “Memaw, I’m hungry.” Nana looked very tired. Her skin looked pale and wet. She pulled her blanket around her and said, “I’m so cold.  Oh how I want a cup of hot tea.”

The End.

Paula Light is the host of Thursday Inspiration.  Paula says:
This week’s theme is home and the picture is [above.] Here is the song snippet from “Home” recorded by Lene Lovich in 1978:

Home is where the heart is
Home is so remote
Home is just emotion
Sticking in my throat

16 thoughts on “Thursday Inspiration 33 — The day we lost our home

        1. WOW Max. Just looked at a slide show where it was talking about the major buildings and neighborhoods wiped out. I just saw a picture of two teens holding on for dear life in the flood. That sports stadium full of water is unreal!

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          1. I know…and we live at a bottom of a decline but we didn’t see one thing. I can only guess who ever built our house made the drainage well. Our garage had no water at all…we turned on the news and saw boats in the streets…
            On a side note…a lot of vintage instruments were destroyed or badly damaged.

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            1. You are truly blessed then to have been missed by the river. I see someone sued the Army Corps of Engineers. Is it because of some dam they built that the river flooded? I was reading about either Opryland or the music conservatory and two $100,000 pianos were destroyed? What a heartbreaker to see vintage instruments destroyed and damaged 😦

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              1. It’s because they didn’t release the water properly…but it was like 10 days of rain. They called it “the flood of the century”…they didn’t communicate when they were controlling the dam. Many people were ruined because no one had flood insurance.
                A lot of guitars were destroyed in storage areas…some priceless

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                1. Ugh. I’ve never accepted the premise of the Army Corps of Engineers and their dams and other means of controlling the rivers and lakes. They are playing God. Of course there should be an emergency plan in place if needed, but to mess with it in non-emergency times is a recipe for disaster. Mother Earth knows why rivers and lakes flow like they do. As to the insurance, unfortunately even if they had it, getting the company to pay anything is a joke. The loss of the guitars is an immeasurable tragedy.

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                  1. Yea NOW there is a plan but it seems to always take a tradegy happening. I had a friend who was just traveling down the interstate and then suddenly out of nowwhere this water came gushing over the sides and he abandoned his car because it was underwater in a few minutes.

                    I’m glad they learned but yea…tell the 26 families who had a death. Sorry…I’m still bitter about it.

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                    1. 26 unnecessary deaths 😦 The picture I saw last night showed a young man and woman clinging to a traffic sign in the raging waters. The caption said they survived, which is a miracle.

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  1. There will be more and more of these stories…the worst hit places around here still haven’t recovered from Sandy. And it’s only a matter of time before we see much worse. I’m glad the family in your story survived. (K)

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