Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I was 26 years old in October of 1994. My son had just turned 2 and I was engaged to my current husband. My ex- and I shared visitation every other weekend. It was his weekend when it started to rain. We had little food in the condo I owned in Crosby but I spent most weekends with my fiancé, who lived in Woodforest. We heard the weekend was to be a rainy one so we went to the store for food for several days and rented movies. This was the days when VHS and VCR’s were king. The movies were always 1st come, 1st serve so you had to be there early on Friday afternoon (before 6pm) to get the new releases. It not only rained that weekend but for days and everything started to flood. It came within inches of flooding my fiancé’s house and it was on a hill. We were so crazy in love with each other we didn’t even notice much. His aunt told us about “the San Jacinto River blowing up.” The truth was that a gas pipeline was moved by the flooding and the leak erupted into flames. It was on the news and you could see the smoke billowing for miles. The news also said we received over inches of rain in our area in 4 days. All the rain caused the flooding since it rained faster than it could drain off. The rain was not a tropical disturbance. The insurance companies had to pay tons of claims and after that they called the places that flooded the 100-year flood plain meaning that these areas only flood once or twice every 100 years. They sent surveyors to decide who lived in flood areas. Those in flood areas insurance doubled. Some areas had FEMA buy out their houses. This had a lot of people fuming mad. FEMA only pays 40 cents (if that) on the dollar. So if you paid $100 thousand for your house FEMA gives you a check for $40 thousand and tells you to start packing. The insurance companies wouldn’t pay claims on FEMA buy-outs and the houses were condemned as uninhabitable. Today, over 15 years later you can find among the weeds and overgrowth concrete foundations where houses once stood at McClelland Sorters Road off of Highway 59. The subdivision was built too close to the San Jacinto River. The developers and the permit folks didn’t care. The victims were the people with mortgages to pay in a house that you couldn’t live in and couldn’t sell. The mortgage companies came after those people for the difference they owed. I’ve never heard of anyone’s mortgage being “forgiven.” It could have happened but I never heard about it. In Houston it’s not a matter of where you live if it will flood. It will flood eventually. The city was built up to sea level in the late 1800’s to provide drainage but rumor has it that time has eroded all of that. City Hall and the Harris County Emergency Management (HCEM) are always trying to figure out solutions to the drainage and flooding problems. Most solutions are too expensive or just won’t work so for years there have been tons of ideas. There are also tons of groups protesting them no matter what they do.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
I was 24 years old in August of 1992. I lived in Pasadena, Texas at the time and was 8 months pregnant with my son. I was so busy preparing to be a new mother with my first child. I went to lunch with an old co-worker and she told me about a storm brewing that they thought might “turn into something.” I shrugged it off and continued discussing the baby. I just learned that my son would not “turn” as the doctor’s thought that he would and that my son’s father and grandfather had also been breech births. I was trying to prepare for the fact of a c-section instead of having a natural childbirth as I had planned for most of the year (found out I was pregnant in January). My friend had had 2 c-sections and 1 child naturally. I had taken her to lunch to try to find out what I could expect. I never expected the storm to turn into Hurricane Andrew. I was very shocked when I learned that it had hit Florida as a Cat 5 storm and that crossing land weakened it to a Cat 3 and it was back out in the Gulf. I watched footage of the flattened houses in Florida where Andrew was growing into a Cat 4 storm. I went to the hospital for pre-check-in and talked to them about Andrew. They said it was nothing. The eye for Andrew was very developed while it was in the Gulf. A developed eye is always a bad sign. I had a great aunt that said it was Mother Nature looking to see where she needed to clean up. She hated large cities and thought that Mother Nature saw to it that the population never gathered in one place too many or too long. The eye made me nervous and a few days later I went back to the hospital and stayed there. They asked if I was waiting on someone and I told them that I was waiting for my baby to be born and there was a hurricane out in the Gulf. They had a nurse check me out, told me everything was fine, the hospital was not a hotel and to GO HOME. Hurricane Andrew finally laid waste to Louisiana. I still have newspaper clippings where the storm destroyed the sugar cane crops in New Iberia. This, ironically, was the town that I’d moved FROM before coming to Texas. Andrew became another retired name in the list of storms.