This month marks two hurricane anniversaries: Camille and Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast forty and four years ago, respectively. I rode out both of these storms with my families. If another one heads our way, I plan to be in North Dakota.
The eyewall of Hurricane Katrina will pass over Bay St. Louis and Waveland, Mississippi.
I have written several posts about my hurricane experiences. “Hurricane Camille – Forty Year Anniversary” will be published on Nathan’s Prayer on August 17. “Hurricane Katrina – Four Year Anniversary” was written in four parts and will run August 28-31. In September, I’ll post some extra photos demonstrating some of the destruction and loss our area endured.
I have always been fascinated by hurricane stories (I’d rather hear one than have one). If you have an experience you would like to share, make a comment in this or any of the upcoming hurricane posts, or go to the “Contact” page.
Update: See Hurricane Camille – Forty Year Anniversary, Hurricane Katrina – Four Year Anniversary – Part I, Part II, Part III, and Part IV.
August 15th, 2009 at 6:27 pm
Hurricane Katrina brings back memories for many of us. I remember watching the mayor of New Orleans on the news and he seemed so casual previous to the storm. It was almost unsettling at the time as we had already witnessed the devastation of Ivan in Gulf Shores, Alabama in 2004, and saw firsthand photos from Pensacola where my son had gone to college. The beach we had enjoyed the previous year was obliterated, the I-110 bridge left with gaping holes and the horrifying pictures of the truck minus it’s cab hanging over the edge.
Two of my boys traveled to Biloxi six months after Katrina and found homes and businesses still in ruins. They spent a week on a work team and returned home awed and humbled. “Katrina” always seemed such a gentle, pretty name, but now brings a totally different picture to mind.
August 15th, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Tell your boys their work was greatly appreciated. The devastation was so overwhelming–I remember feeling like it was hopelessly impossible to ever get our cities tolerable. The outpouring of help from around the country had US “awed and humbled!”