Rebuild & Restore.
My last post was so nonchalant, sarcastic even. I mean Irene
was bad enough for us in the way of trees down, shingles lifted and lost, a
ripped pool liner, eh.
Hurricanes or "super storms" aren't supposed to take
random left turns into the east coast. Well, they do. What I witnessed over the
past 2+ months is something I hope to never see again.
We are ok. We had less physical damage this time around than
during Irene, the previous year. We lost power for 2+ weeks (ironic that
my half-yearly Trader Joe's stock-up was the week before...in the trash) and
our furnace burnt out when the power was restored (much thanks to Alabama power
for getting us back on, we needed a new heating system anyway). I didn’t
see my police officer husband for weeks, as they were literally working around
the clock. We were LUCKY.
Our friends and family and community did not fare as well.
My in-laws have been displaced, as they wait for their home to be
rebuilt. The structure withstood the
storm, but the storm surge made water damage an inevitability. Then there was the Hyundai in a sinkhole in
their driveway and someone’s custom upholstered sofa and living room wedged
under the lower back deck. Thanks to the
quick-thinking of my father-in-law who knew the situation was dire, they found
alternate housing quickly. They hope to
be back in in February.
My stepsons mother, stepfather and siblings are also
displaced. The storm surge ruined the
first floor of their newly built home.
Collins school, on the barrier island just reopened yesterday. A Greek Orthodox Church, 7 miles inland, took
in his entire elementary school K-8 for the weeks after Sandy
We have friends & acquaintances that cannot afford to rebuild,
that’s even if the beach communities will even let them. That’s still being debated. Ortley
Beach , NJ
Observations:
The rollercoaster is still in the ocean.
The out-of-state power companies saved our asses (Roll Tide)
Displaced people moving anywhere they could…campgrounds, friends
basements, young families in retirement communities.
The local Holiday Inn Parking lot swarmed with Salvation Army
Disaster Recovery Teams.
The vile pop-up stand selling “I survived Sandy
My husbands shifts at the base of the barrier island bridge,
trying to keep out looters and gawkers, while attempting to stay warm from
fires built in barrels.
There is so much debris, and homes and cars, in the Barnegat Bay
The volunteer fire company (Silverton Strong) that worked around the
clock to rescue others as a huge percentage of their own members lost
Everything.
8-inches of heavy, wet snow that fell a week after the storm to a population without heat, without homes.
The fundraising. Dinners,
breakfasts, donations of everything, clothing, Santa visits to displaced
children, etc. The Facebook pages to
reunite people with their stuff that washed away from homes…a wedding or family
photo washed up in a marsh 1 ½ miles away. An ear to listen, talking about your
plight took the edge off. Restore the
shore.
I still have not crossed over to the barrier island. I’m not ready. It’s the longest period, possibly in my life,
that I have not seen the Atlantic Ocean .
Thanksgiving and Christmas this year were not the same. There was sadness; and when there was joy,
there was guilt. I just didn’t “feel”
it. We are trying to return to some sense
of normalcy, but the reminders are still there.
Missouri logging trucks still clog our main highway, but the Holiday Inn
parking lot is not as cramped.
So, as I return to my blog, I felt the need to purge myself of the
past couple of months and start fresh. I
do have some tricks up my sleeve for the coming year and hope to share them
with you. The purpose of this blog is
still home, cooking and garden and I need desperately to get back to it. Thanks for listening xoxo
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