Sunday, September 25, 2005

Only thing that was funny




I spent Friday & Saturday on the coast, playing tour guide to a group of women from Mississippi State University who were there to assess the damages to child care centers. After spending 2 days trying to do it with just a map, they called in ME. (who knew!) So I went down and helped them find the remaining centers in my county.

I'll write more when I have time this week - I just wanted to post the funniest combinations I pictures that I took while I was there. I stayed with Carol & Jeremy - they found an apartment in Ocean Springs. Carol drove me down Front Beach Avenue on Thursday morning, so I could see the remnants of their condo, and the destruction that was caused - the worst in Ocean Springs was on Front Beach. This picture is of the Ocean Springs Yacht club, and the sign is what the management posted.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Yup, they roll their own campus





In a tradition unlike any us northerners have come up with, the students of Auburn University "roll" (yup - flink toilet paper over EVERYTHING STANDING) Toomers Corner. (Named such for Toomers Drug Store across the corner. I got to witness this tradition after the game on saturday. It's harmless fun, unless you're the one who has to clean it up! I even saw Auburn Universiity toilet paper - printed with the AU that was also stuck on most every car we passed traveling there & back.

Auburn vs. Ball State




Without getting into a discussion about strength of team and the concept that large teams PAY small teams to come play at their stadium (read: setting them up to lose)...

my cousin Dan (who I permanently have in my mind at age 5) is the starting center for Ball State. (You can see him - #52) - Dan Gerberry.

My Aunt Kathy & Uncle Ron have decided to attend all of Dan's games this season, so they joined Max & I at the game on Saturday. It was great fun - we joined them for the 2nd quarter & stayed to watch Auburn score on every possession of the ball. Ball State was only able to kick one field Goal - Auburn's defense was in as high gear as their offense.

It was great to see family and to watch my little cousin (not so little any more - (6-2, 288)) play.

Update

Sorry for the delay in writing - it's been a crazy week. Last Friday, the director of Connectional Ministries of the Mississippi Conference of the UMC called & asked me if I would come to Jackson, MS to help them with the conference response to children post-trauma. He then called on Monday & said they'd found temporary housing for me & that I should come right away.

So, after frantically packing for 4 days of a new life, I headed to Jackson. I worked with the rest of the conference staff as we found housing for pastors who lost their homes, collected resources for churches who need to build new buildings, and discussed the stages of trauma recovery. Specifically, I will be formulating (with the help of many others who are much smarter than I) the way the conference will care for 1) pastors children 2)church children 3)new children in our communities who are displaced and 4) churches & children who were directly impacted by the storm. (Those on the gulf - when they rebuild)

On Tuesdsay, I was completely overwhelmed with my new life, and still have anxiety over all of the transitions. I have been asked to work full-time through Dec. 31, with a re-evaluation to come depending on where we are with the children's response, and where Moore Community House is in the process of rebuilding.

Currently I'm floating between staff members spare bedrooms'. I hope to find something more permanent this week while I'm there.

Thanks to all for the prayers and support.

Friday, September 09, 2005

I was supposed to be back on Tuesday

When I left my aparment with clothing for 4 days, one pair of contact lenses in my eyes, one razor in case I felt like shaving, a book in case I had time to relax, my current cross-stitch project, and my cats & accessories, I didn't think long-term. I didn't prepare my apartment for a hurricane. I didn't tape my windows, move my TV to my chair across the room, take down my precious picture that Max bought me for my birthday, or find & protect my important documents. I moved my dressed in front of my largest window, in an effort to protect max's grandmother's bed that I am using.

I was supposed to be back on Tuesday.

Funny thing is - i WAS back on Tuesday. Neil, Max & I drove down after hearing that the roads were clear & that the building was filling up with mold. Neil was bound & determined that I would get my stuff to b'ham, and armed with his big truck & a friend's gas card, we headed south bound.

Here is my recollection of my return trip.

We arrived in Biloxi after sitting in traffic on I-10 for about an hour. The traffic jam made us all nervous, since it ate up way too much gasoline & precious daylight, since we had just picked up a u-haul trailer & decided to haul EVERYTHING of mine back to b'ham, not just what would fit in the back of neil's truck.

Mobile looked sad - leaves off of trees, trees knocked over onto power lines, boats washed ashore.

But it had electricity, and there were people around.

Driving into Biloxi on i-110, my heart started to break. I saw the roads I traveled just a week ago, now devestated and ... just wrong. Something just felt wrong. All around the roads were debris that had washed in with the storm surge. Garbage hung from trees 6 feet up - 2 miles inland. Buildings were missing roofs, and the yards of the homes were filled with the items from their house that they were either throwing away or attempting to dry out in the hot mississippi sun. I cried briefly, but tried to control it. I cried for the loss and devestation, for the rebuilding that will now take years, and for the work ahead.

I almost missed my own exit because I was staring out at the bay. I could see the Hwy 90 bridge to Ocean Springs that collapsed like dominoes. I could see that Boomtown Casino - my landmark of "home" was dark and broken in half. I could see that the Beau Rivage still stood proud in the distance on the otherside of the peninsula - but it, too, was dark except for the name in lights at the top.

Turning onto Bayview Road, I could see the destruction immediately. the traffic light was gone, and trying to tell Neil which lane to be in was challening, for normal traffic patterns were distrupted. We drove past piles and piles of garbage, uprooted trees, and ....

and then.

and then the stink hit us. The stink of rotten shrimp, decaying chicken, and mud. Mud that is now in places where it never should have been - mud that sat in the hot sun for 3 days before it dried out - after taking our lives, our careers, and our homes, and tossing them around like the parts of a salad.

We had to navigate carefully to Moore, because while the roads were clear, the debris from my neighbor's homes piled onto the street. The neighborhood dog that usually sunned himself in the middle of Main Street was not there - instead, piles of sofas, carpets, furniture and clothing greeted us.

We saw that we could turn down Walker street, to my surprise, for I knew that my neighbor's house had been washed into the street. It was now pushed back onto their property, a pile of wood and shingles, coat hangers and picture frames. My neighbors walked around their still-standing garage - looking as lost as we all feel.

I turned my head and saw my home. The grounds were covered in tree limbs that usually rose to the skies. The road to my house now littered with 5 feet deep and 3 feet diameter potholes. I couldnt' get neil to stop the car fast enough. I had to get there. I had to FEEL this.

The tears hit my cheeks before I knew they were coming. Tears for the Moore Community House that now stood askew - tears for the playgrounds that once elicited such joyous sounds from the children in our care. Tears for the luck of nature that saved all of our buildings from being destoyed by either tree or storm surge. Tears for feeling guilty that I still had a home to go to.

After trying to absorb what I could - I had to go upstairs. I had to see for myself what I couldn't believe. I wanted to get my grandma's ring and put it back on my finger, never to take it off. I wanted to grab my file box of pictures that Katie, Lauren & Julia have drawn for me over the past 13 years, and frame them for all the world to see.

I walked to the front door, through the mud & debris. I saw the orange spray paint that rescuers marked on our front door. I saw our sign that Amanda made on Friday telling our parents that we were possibly going to be closed on Monday because of a hurricane threat. I saw the broken window that rescuers utilized to enter our building.

And silly me - I tried the lock.

Filled with salt water, it wouldn't open. Swollen with flood water, it wouldn't budge. I looked through the window, and saw destruction. I saw the work I had completed in advance of a workshop that has now since long been cancelled. I saw a LARGE gorilla that was donated to Moore last christmas that no one knew what to do with. I saw bulletin boards down on the floor, and books from the bookshelves washed half-way across the room.

The tears washed my face again as Max held my hand and Neil warned about getting cut on any broken glass. (he's an EMT)

I walked around to the steps leading upstairs, as Amanda had already told me that the door had been blown open in the storm. I took my shoes off when I got up to the top, lest I drag mud through Carol's office. I pulled my key out again, anticipating my locked door. I walked into the hallway, and saw my door laying inside of my apartment, kicked in by rescuers. I thanked God for their persistence, and prayed for those who had to be rescued.

I ran to the bathroom, noticed the foul odor coming from my backed up toilet, and found grandma's ring. Shakily, I put it on my finger, along with the silver ring my mom bought me last fall in New Orleans. I put the watch on that Max bought me 3 years ago, and I walked through the rest of my apartment.

I couldn't believe it. How could I have been so lucky? Why was my apartment spared all but a little water damage from the rain coming through the window that I left cracked? How did the 80 year old building stand that much water & pressure?

I saw my apartment virtually the same I had left it. My remotes still on my ottoman, my alarm clock still there, my pillows as I left them. My dirty clothes still in the hamper & my various blankets still thrown about. (I realized, quickly, that I have and USE a great number of blankets, throws & afghans for living in southern mississippi.)

I put down the boxes that I bought at Sam's club, and started packing. I found candles for us to use after the light was gone, and scissors and tape to use for the packing.

Neil came in and said that he took some pictures. Remembering my digital camera I had brought for such a purpose, I ran down stairs to capture the last few moments of sunlight. I had to see more. I had to remember. I had to know.

I walked to the back of my building, to see that the building that usually sat 5 fee behind mine now sat IN mine - at a weird angle. I saw the large oak trees crushing our playground equipment. I saw dolls strewn about, and little tike cars protected by a simple fence. Neil found a path to the trailer, and I followed - knowing no fear, only the greatest hurt and sadness I had felt in ages.

I walked in, past the orange spray paint, past the broken down door - and saw hell. Broken bookshelves, child-size tables & chairs everywhere, dolls, toys & books - tossed about like candy. I saw pictures that our children worked on - destroyed by the rain and laying there to dry. I couldn't stay for long - my heart was breaking even more.

I walked back upstairs, determined to pack as much as possible before the sun set or before the stink caused breathing problems. Max & Neil took my window unit air conditioner out, which let in cool air, but air that brough with it a foul odor - a toss up as to whether or not the cool air was worth it.

After 4 marathon hours of packing and sorting, deciding which things could be easier bought new than moved, and deciding what to pack next- we were done. Neil's truck full, the uhaul trailer full.

I was - with the last box & bag thrown into the truck - homeless.

I had one more thing to see. I couldn't leave without it. I had to see my office. . That which Lisa & I finally settled into - that which contained so many historical documents about my ministry at Moore - that computer which had succumed to electrical failure on Thursday, awaiting the Dell repairman on Monday. That computer which contained 2 computers worth of stuff, backed up only on discs located in my desk drawer.

I tried the door again - God! will I ever learn?

Of course, it didn't open, and I quickly moved to the window, now in shards after the rescuers.

I peeked through, and the dam of tears broke. Our resource table now on it's side, my work table in the middle of my office - on it's side, held up only by my desk chair.

I cried for what I, personally, lost. I cried for the work that is now halted. I cried for the rebuilding and for the cost.

I cried.

I realized after that I had, indeed, cut myself. A small slice on my wrist, incurred when I pressed my arm to the window trying to give myself a better view with the flashlight. Neil the EMT rushed to the rescue, and cleaned the cut with peroxide. Warning me that the spray antiseptic may hurt, I thought through the tears - nothing could hurt any worse than what I'm already feeling.

And, indeed, nothing can.

Not for a very, very long time.

Nothing should detract attention from Katrina

The Sun Herald Knight Ridder/Tribune Business News

Sep. 9 - No one and nothing should be permitted to detract a moment of attention away from recovering from the destruction and devastation of Hurricane Katrina.

Anyone with the time to argue about what Federal Emergency Management Agency Director Michael Brown did or didn't do -- or when he did or didn't do it -- has more time on their hands than most Katrina survivors.

We will simply pause long enough to say that President Bush waited far too long to remove Brown from a highly visible role in the federal relief effort. Bush ordered Brown off the Gulf Coast and back to Washington on Friday. The president placed Coast Guard Vice Adm. Thad W. Allen, who has been overseeing New Orleans relief and rescue efforts, in charge of FEMA efforts in this region.

So what's the point of lingering any longer on this subject?

Brown's gone. But the death and destruction caused by Katrina remains.

We still have bodies to locate and people to relocate. We still have businesses to rebuild and communities to recover.

Those are our goals, and we must stay focused on them.

Anyone who wastes precious time debating the merits of one bureaucrat's resume is not contributing to the solution of any of our problems.

This editorial represents the views of the Sun Herald editorial board: President-Publisher Ricky R. Mathews, Vice President and Executive Editor Stan Tiner, Vice President and Chief Financial Officer Flora S. Point, Opinion Page Editor Marie Harris and Associate Editor Tony Biffle.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Mission of Mercy is on the web!

When we arrived in Hattiesburg on Sunday night with our trailer & van of supplies, we noticed that someone was taking pictures of us instead of helping us! HOW RUDE.

After a few moments, we realized he was a reporter, and forgave him.

He then proceeded to take our names down, and actually caravaned with us to another trip up to Seminary, MS to deliver things to another distribution center.

As promised, the story ran in the Daily Nebraskan, and you can read about it & see our pictures, too!

http://www.dailynebraskan.com

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

and another thing






oh yeah - max found another puppy that we've been keeping on the front porch. anybody know of a good home for "junior"?
(named such b/c he is the same mix (we think) as Max's other dog, Buddy.

Mission of Mercy





Max, Jim, Anand, Scott, Allen & I went on a Mission of Mercy on Sunday. Armed with a 15 passenger van full and a trailer full of baby diapers, formula, bottles, feeding accessories, baby food, feminine products, water, ice & hand sanitizer, we headed to Hattiesburg, MS, where Max lived for 2 years. We were directed to the Red Cross shelter, and unloaded our goods. After hearing on the way in the that surrounding counties were receiving little aid, we RE-PACKED our van & trailer, connected up with some students from Nebraska with another trailer-full, and headed north to Seminary, MS. The volunteer fire dept. there is being used as a distributing point for Covington County. They were still sorting things from an earlier shipment, and the 5 year old among us had the most energy. She would push past the older girls (10 & 12) to carry her own box of bottled water. it was impressive and heartbreaking, all at the same time.

the people of Fairfield Highlands UMC and Helena UMC are to be commended for their overwhelming response to this need and immediate response. Within 24 hours of this brainchild idea of Max's, both churches stepped up to the call, and met the need of their neighbors in MS.

The churches & individuals of Oneonta, Al - spearheaded by members of Max's home church, Lestor Memorial in Oneonta, MS, also repsonded in overwhelming grace. Sparked by the lack of action in New Orleans, a former Peace Corp member tired of sitting around, and charted a bus in Meridian, MS. The bus went to New Orleans, picked up 50 people, and brought them back to Oneonta. All of the city's churches have joined in in the effort to shelter, clothe, feed and educate their new neighbors. In fact, there was still room available in Oneonta, and at a shelter in Tuscaloosa at another UM church (where a former Lestor Memorial Associate Pastor is now serving) - - - so the bus went back, picked up ANOTHER bus, and they went BACK to new orleans. So now even more folks are re-building normal in Oneonta, AL.

The stories of grace and reception are overwhelming, and indeed, overwhelm the stories of crime and horror.

horror



This picture is kind of blurry, but it is from the pre-school classroom that we used for our 4 and 5 year olds. You can see books, toys, drawings, chairs, tables - all tossed together & soaked in seawater.

The devestation was heartbreaking and almost unbelieveable.

Things that make this more real



all week long, I've watched the rescue crews mark the homes they've visited with a special code: Date they were there, their rescue crew ID, the number of bodies found, and ... something else.

It was still heartbreaking to see my own buildings written with such markings.

They broke down the door to my apartment to ensure that noone was in there. I am glad for their thoroughness and will forgive the destruction, the broken windows and the cut screens. If only others were so lucky as to have a "0" written on their wall.

Damn the pothole




I always knew this pothole was a problem, and it just got bigger!

The house in the distance used to be farther on the left. Katrina decided that it needed to be in the street. Someone (National Guard?) moved it out of the way.

Roof Damage



This is the view of my apartment roof. some damage, nothing serious, it looks like.





These are pictures of the back of my building. The small building in the back is supposed to sit directly behind & attached to my building - you can barely tell that it now sits at a 30 degree angle towards the building. That CAN'T be good.

Kitchen & 9:30 building



Here is another one of our buildings, taken again from my apartment. You can see the debris piled everywhere.

Playground through window



This is a view of our playgrounds, as taken through my window screen. you can see the trees down over the playground. we were unfathomably lucky that none of the trees crushed the buildings.

Apartment with leaves




I'll be posting quite a few pictures on here - hopefully, I'll have a narrative soon to go along with it.

For now - this is a pic of my apartment with the leaves that Katrina pushed in. I still can't figure out how they got in - none of my windows were open, and none were damaged in the storm. However, there were leaves all over my apartment.

Tricky, huh?

There was no other damage to my apt. from the storm - some pictures were water damaged, but nothing major. Not even serious pictures, just inspirational words I had framed in simple frames. my meaningful pictures were all spared.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Trip to Biloxi

Hello All - just a quick note to let you know that
Carol visited Moore Community House today, and she
said my apt. is still intact! No word yet on possible
wind/water damage, but my fear of looters has been
resolved. Mold is spreading pretty bad throughout the
first floors of all of the buildings, so my desire to
get my things out while I can is even stronger.

Max, Neil (friend from Oneonta, Max's home church) & I
are headed down on Mercy Mission #2 to Biloxi. Mission
trip #1 to Hattiesburg on Sunday was successful -
dropped a trailer & van full of water/diapers/baby
food & formula, bottles & accessories to a local
disaster relief site north of Hattiesburg.

We plan on taking a truckfull of items to a red cross
shelter in Biloxi, as well as distributing water to
relief workers we find along the way.

Neil has also offered to help haul my things up here
for the meantime. THANK GOD for pick-up trucks.

I'll take pictures & post them tonight when we get
back.

Love to you all -
Becky

Saturday, September 03, 2005

John Grisham to donate $5M to Katrina relief

The Associated Press

Bestselling writer John Grisham and his wife will contribute $5 million to a relief fund they established this week at a Tupelo bank to help Mississippians rebuild after Hurricane Katrina.

"We don't normally publicize gifts. It's something we keep extremely private," Grisham said Friday during a conference call with the Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal and officials with BancorpSouth.

"But in these very, very rare circumstances — this tragic time — we hope the gift will get some attention and inspire other people to contribute money and help our fellow Mississippians on the Gulf Coast," said Grisham, who maintains a home in Oxford, Miss.

The Grishams will deposit the money at BancorpSouth in Tupelo. The bank will then handle all money for the effort, named the Rebuild the Coast Fund Organization.

Bank chairman and CEO Aubrey Patterson said during the call that he is "absolutely convinced it will stimulate others to reach deep in their pockets" and make a contribution.

Grisham, a former state legislator, said the fund will assist Mississippi residents and businesses.

"When you make charitable contributions, you realize you can't save the world, so you find a small area you can go into and hopefully do some good and do it with your own money and you're own sweat and you see the results," he said. "You can't spread yourself too thin."

The next step, Grisham said, is to hire a small staff to evaluate the hundreds — perhaps thousands — of requests for aid. The couple hopes to initially employ coast residents who have lost their jobs and are familiar with the area.

He termed the process of evaluating people's needs a huge challenge and said that it will take time.

"I wonder how many of these homes are uninsured, how many are insured, and how big a gap there is between insurance and loss, he said. "Let's help plug those gaps."

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On the Net:

Rebuild the Coast Fund: http://www.RebuildTheCoastFund.org

Contributions also can be made at any BancorpSouth branch; or by sending a check or money order to BancorpSouth, c/o Rebuild the Coast Fund Inc., P.O. Box 789, Tupelo, MS. 38802 or Rebuild the Coast Fund, P.O. Box 4500, Tupelo, MS. 38803. Make checks payable to: Rebuild the Coast Fund Inc.

Something "normal"

As it is said, normal is redefined in a crisis. I have only experienced that a small amount thus far, mostly because of Max & the ability that I have to come & stay here in a life I already knew.

I have my cats with me - Fox & shadow. Shadow has been with me for over 3 years, and daily earns his name. We've established a pattern in the mornings - at least, we HAD a pattern established. In my house in Biloxi, I have/had a claw foot tub with no shower attachment. Which means that every morning I'd fill my tub as I ate breakfast, and take a bath. I didn't quite DESIRE that reality, but that's what I got. So, shadow quickly discovered that water remained in the tub AFTER my bath, and then used kitty-logic to realize that there would also be water DURING my bath. Which means that every morning he would race me to the kitchen for breakfast, and then follow me to the bath. He'd sit & try to get as close as possible to the water without me noticing, for my awareness would surely bring a scolding if not a splash of water. After I would drain the tub, he would anxiously balance on the edge, until it was safe for him to enter & drink to his heart's content.

Now, I don't ask WHY my cat feels the to lick up my bathtub when he has a bowl of clean water in the kitchen. Some things are better left a mystery.

However, I was delighted (in a weird way) to see Shadow perch on the toilet today while I was taking a bath. Usually I take a shower here, but Max's antiquated shower nozzle decided not to work today. So me & shadow had our bath time, and all seemed right with the world.

Angry and guilty

if you have watched any of the news reports in the last 24 hours, you've seen that things are not going well in the evacuation of the folks from new orleans, nor are they all that great in Biloxi, Gulfport, Waveland, Diamondhead, Ocean Springs, Pass Christian, and D'Iberville, MS. Water has not gotten to my neighbors until YESTERDAY.

700 guests & employees of the Hyatt Hotel were moved to the front of the evacuation line ahead of the 2,000 people who have been in the superdome since Sunday.

I am angry that aid has not come more effeciently, more quickly, - nor has it been enough.

I am angry that we congratulate ourselves about 200 million being raised for the red cross. it costs 500 million each day simply for FEMA to do what it is doing, and there is still more to be done.

I feel guilty that i have been in a safe, air conditioned home for a week. i feel guilty that i have spent $120 on groceries in the past two days - food to feed me & max for the next week. I feel guilty that i can drive my car and purchase gas at my leisure. i feel guilty that i have clothes to wear and a shower to take. i feel guilty that so many people are offering to help me, when i'm living in what feels like luxury compared to what my neighbors are enduring. I feel ashamed to take help, yet I need it to live through these days of no work and increased expenses for max.

I feel ashamed that i haven't done anything yet to help anyone. my friend amanda and many of my co-workers are down there, and there's not a damn thing i can do to help.

we have money in our payroll account, but have no way of getting it to our staff. we still don't konw the condition of many of them.

every day, i sit & wonder if my apartment's been looted yet. "have the discovered that the little child care center also has an apartment in the building?" will the 6 inches of mud and locked door stop anyone?

what will i return to?

when will i return?

Friday, September 02, 2005

Conditions in New Orleans Still Dire - Pumping May Take Months

By JAMES DAO
and N. R. KLEINFIELD
NEW ORLEANS, Sept. 2-Military vehicles bearing food and supplies sloshed into the drenched heart of this humbled and stricken city on Friday, while commercial airplanes and cargo planes arrived to lift beleaguered hurricane survivors from the depths of a ghastly horror.

Five days after Hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf Coast, the chaotic scene at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport evoked the ongoing mix of hope and despair that has gripped this city. Disorder prevailed, as thousands of survivors with glazed looks and nothing more than garbage bags of possessions waited in interminable lines for a chance to get out.

Patrolmen yelled out the number of available seats on each flight, and passengers boarded planes not knowing where they would land, and not caring. An increasing number of cities and states across the country were offering to take them in.

The airport was a stark landscape of triage, with rows of people on stretchers and others bound to wheelchairs, including someone already dead, in a wing that had been converted into the world's largest emergency room. A morgue had been set up in one concourse.

The fresh wave of relief efforts came on a day when President Bush toured the ravaged Gulf Coast region by helicopter and wandered through the residue of Biloxi, before ending up in New Orleans, where he told survivors, "I'm going to fly out of here in a minute, but I want you to know that I'm not going to forget what I've seen."

Scores of amphibious vehicles and Humvees carrying thousands of freshly dispatched armed National Guardsmen pushed through New Orleans in a daylong parade, hoping to replenish the dire needs of the stranded and attempt to restore order to a city that had devolved into wantonness. In one more sign of the boundless despair, police officials acknowledged that a number of New Orleans police officers had turned in their badges, refusing to risk their lives to try to right the city.

Another new ingredient was a spate of fires that broke out and were left to burn, because hydrants were not working and there was no way in the water-soaked city that firefighters could get to them.

Officials of the Federal Emergency Management Agency officials, in the first attempt to gauge when New Orleans might be drained, estimated that it could take six months to pump out the water and another three months to dry the city. State officials said that pumps would be turned on Monday.

In a city too bruised to know what to feel, many of the famished survivors applauded the arrival of the relief trucks, though others, enraged at how long their wait has been, showered them with profanities.

A critical juncture was reached when the overwhelmed Superdome, site of unimaginably squalid conditions, was mostly emptied by day's end. Thousands of other survivors, though, remained stranded in the putrid convention center. Others and were said to remain perched on rooftops, even this long after the storm.

No one could convincingly say when the last of the living would be removed from the city, though state officials said that they hoped to complete the process by Sunday. Dead bodies continued to present themselves at every turn. The supply convoy showed up just hours after New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin exploded in a radio interview on Thursday night, castigating the federal government, particularly the Federal Emergency Management Agency, for what he felt was a lame and puny response to his damaged city's needs.

By Friday, about 19,500 National Guard troops had arrived in Louisiana and Mississippi, and 6,500 in New Orleans itself, mostly military police, though Mr. Nagin maintained that was still not enough.

Senior Pentagon and military officials said that the National Guard presence in the hurricane zone will grow to 30,000 in coming days, mostly in Louisiana and Mississippi, and the rest to Alabama and Florida.

The Guardsmen were posted at key intersections, and Army vehicles patrolled the streets, seeking to quell the looting and unrestrained crime that has shocked the nation. Some 300 members of the Arkansas National Guard, just back from Iraq, were among those deployed from foreign assignments specifically to bring order.

"I have one message for these hoodlums," said Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco. "These troops know how to shoot and kill, and they are more than willing to do so if necessary."

In the radio interview, Mr. Nagin blamed much of the widespread crime on crazed drug addicts cut off from their fixes.

"I am confident that within the next 24 hours we will see a dramatic improvement," Lieutenant General Steven Blum said in the state capital, Baton Rouge.

Busloads continued to wheel out of the city with refugees from the squalid Superdome and around the putrid convention center, the two principal shelters for those left behind, moving them to new makeshift lives in Houston's Astrodome and other far-flung evacuation quarters like Reunion Arena in Dallas and a warehouse at KellyUSA, a city-owned complex in San Antonio.

One evacuation bus carrying 50 people to Texas overturned on Interstate 49, near Opelousas, the police said, killing one person and injuring 17 others.

The inflow to the Astrodome was halted after about 11,000 people had been accepted, less than half of what was planned, because officials felt it had become crowded enough.

The Superdome, where upward of 25,000 people had sweltered in conditions described as unfit for animals, was mostly emptied, though hundreds of people were still there late in the afternoon on Friday. They had renamed the place, rife with overflowing toilets and reports of murder and rape, the "sewerdome."

Edgar John Thead, 68, who sat with his 65-year-old wife, said he had been in line for the buses at 4 a.m., but had to withdraw because his diabetic wife could not stand the heat. "I'll be the last one in line," he said.

Throughout New Orleans, thousands of people, many of them among the city's most impoverished and marginalized citizens, were still unsure when and how they would get out.

More than 15,000 were estimated to be holed up at the four-story convention center, which at some points apparently attracted as many refugees as the Superdome but was ignored much longer by rescue operations. Conditions there were even more ghastly than at the Superdome, with armed thugs seizing control and, the authorities said, repulsing squads of police officers sent to retake it.

On Friday morning, people huddled in small groups inside the center or sat on orange folding chairs outside, a gruesome mockery of an actual convention. Amid overflowing toilets, an elderly women and a teenage boy were having seizures in the arms of relatives.

Evacuees said that seven dead bodies littered the third floor. They said a 14-year-old girl had been raped.

There was a pervasive feeling of abandonment. "The trucks kept passing us up, they just kept going further east," said Louis Martin Sr., a truck driver who had been at the center since Tuesday.

In the afternoon, P. Edwin Compass, the superintendent of police, drove by on the running board of a van and shouted that food and buses were on the way. Some people responded with soft applause, while others jeered. A woman ran alongside the van, shrieking, "We don't need food. Get us out of here."

Throughout the city, where it was dry enough, people wandered in dazes. Along St. Charles Street, clumps of people trudged with plastic bags of belongings. Some had fled the violence of the convention center. Others searched for vans.

Outside the Hyatt Hotel next to the Superdome, scores of tour buses in ankle-deep water waited to evacuate people who had been living in and around the stadium. "It's been hell," said Donnieka Rhinehart, 26, a nursing assistant who said she had lived in the stadium with her two small children since Monday. She said she witnessed a rape and heard that a girl's throat had been cut. The quickest way out seemed to be the airport, after government officials arranged for more than a dozen carriers and cargo operators to volunteer planes to fly people to safety. But the lines never seemed to diminish. As soon as one flight took off, seven or eight helicopters would land on the tarmac with additional batches of survivors.

Airport authorities did not know where the helicopters came from. "Helicopters just appear," said Carolyn Lowe, a deputy director of the airport.

Other cities and states continued to extend interim refuge and other forms of aid for the affected areas. Philadelphia announced that it is willing to take in a thousand families from New Orleans, and Detroit offered refuge as well. New York, Florida, Ohio, Oklahoma, Georgia, California, Utah, Virginia and Washington are among other states offering general support or to take survivors. Some of the states promised to allow children of evacuees to enroll in their schools.

During his tour of the area, President Bush kissed two weeping women who said they had lost everything in Biloxi, then walked down the street with his arms around them. Speaking about the rescue and relief efforts before leaving Washington, Mr. Bush acknowledged that "the results are not acceptable" and pledged to do more, saying that the $10.5 billion in aid authorized by Congress was but a "down payment" on the disaster relief.

That there was much peril remaining was without question. Before daybreak, an explosion occurred at a New Orleans warehouse perched along the Mississippi River, a dozen or so blocks from the French Quarter. And a fire at an oil storage facility across river sent a plume of smoke across the city.

The situation remained terrifying at some of the city's hospitals for much of the day. Doctors, nurses and patients at Charity Hospital had to plead for help for more than 100 patients, who were later evacuated, amid unconfirmed reports that violence was preventing rescuers from getting in.

Corpses were said to be strewn about the hospital. Staff members were still inside, and some were reportedly keeping others alive with intravenous fluids.

Those who call New Orleans home and cherish its idiosyncratic stamp on the American landscape could only guess at what their city will look like and how broken it will be when the day comes that the waters go away.

The Army Corps of Engineers kept at the repair work on the broken levees that had allowed Lake Pontchartrain to thunder into the bowl-like city after it seemed that damage from the hurricane had ceased. And after three days of delays, the Corps and a swelling army of private contractors slowly began to set the stage for the draining of hundreds of billions of gallons of floodwaters from the virtually submerged city.

The plan was to close the gaping holes that the storm tides had opened and break open new holes in places where the levees were holding water in the city rather than letting it out.

A train of dump trucks and a yellow bulldozer began laying a narrow temporary road of black rubble and gravel from dry ground to the north end of the 300-foot breach in a wall of the 17th Street Canal, through which most of the floodwaters passed. At the same time, heavy-lift helicopters lowered hundreds of huge sandbags into the south end of the gap.

The height of the water in the streets and the adjoining lake had leveled off, so that water was no longer rising. The authorities were hopeful that the breach could slowly, if temporarily, be blocked. At the same time, Lt. Gen. Carl Strock, commander of the Army Corps of Engineers, said that he was concerned about storms forming in the Atlantic.

"We want to make sure that we don't catch ourselves with levees open and have another storm front move in on us," he said.

Efforts to set life right again persisted throughout the Gulf Coast, as hundreds of thousands went on without electricity, and in many cases, homes. Relatives still sought feverishly to find loved one. The number deaths remained unknown, with estimates continuing to run into the thousands.

Researchers who flew 180 miles of coast between Pensacola, Fla., and Grand Isle, La., said that along the beach for blocks inland there was nothing left but concrete slabs and chunks of asphalt. Often, they said, it was impossible to tell what they had been before they were destroyed.

There were more and more scattered signs of the crippling economic impact. A preliminary assessment from the oyster industry, one of Louisiana's flourishing seafood businesses, found that while the eastern side of the state fared well, everything east of Bayou Lafourche to the Mississippi line was ruined. The area accounts for two-thirds of the state's oyster harvesting, or $181 million a year. With federal aid, officials said it could take two to three years for the crop to return.

The frenzied pursuit of gas by motorists in the region did not slacken, and disruptions of routines continued. In Hancock County, Ga., schools were closed on Thursday because of a gas shortage.

Governor Sonny Purdue of Georgia signed an executive order temporarily halting state collection of all motor fuel taxes, effective after midnight Friday. This should reduce gas prices by about 15 cents a gallon. The governor said he hopes to keep the moratorium in effect through September, but needs the approval of the general assembly, which will convene a special session starting on Tuesday.

"I believe it's wrong for the state to reap a tax windfall in this time of urgency and tragedy," Governor Purdue said.

Other states were contemplating actions of their own. California announced that it was beginning a probe into gas price gouging in the state.

Meanwhile, in scattered camps in increasingly far-flung locations, countless thousands of refugees, thankful to be alive and on dry ground, were fumbling to understand the next steps in their lives.

Where will they live and for how long, how will they eat, what of their jobs, when can they return, what will be left?

James Dao reported from New Orleansfor this article, and N. R. Kleinfeld from New York.Reporting was also contributed by Felicity Barringer and Joseph B. Treaster in New Orleans and Jeremy Alford in Baton Rouge, La.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

FINALLY!


After spending MANY hours searching forums, web sites, picture galleries, etc., I have found something of what I was looking for.

This website: http://alt.ngs.noaa.gov/katrina/KATRINA0000.HTM allows you to click on an area & find a current satellite picture of Biloxi.

I've also enlcosed a pic on this blog - I was actually able to zoom in & crop so you can just see Moore Community House.

The large U-shaped building towards the middle/bottom with the shiny roof is Epworth Church. The house sitting awkwardly next to it is awkward for a reason - it used to be across the street.


If you look towards the top of the picture, you'll see a clump of brown-topped buildings. The one in the middle (if there is a middle) that stretches back farther than the others is my house. My apt. would be the space farthest to the top of the picture. It is hard to tell whether the dark spots on the roof are age-worn or damage. I can tell that on the left side of picture - there is a shadowy portion. That is where the peak of my windows are - that is not damage. I cannot say the same for the large shadow on the very top of the picture - towards the "back" of my apartment.

The building to the left of my building is my office building - you can even see where our head start bus is parked next to the building. It appears that many of our trees are down, and that our playground equipment is scattered.

Will keep updating as I get word.