Saturday, April, 26, 2008 3:38 PM Frigglesnitz writes:
str8t talk: Once my parents and various family members gathered at Grand Isle, Louisiana for fishing and a family reunion. I was probably about three months old, so I don't remember the hurricane that tore through at some point in the gathering (in one large structure built on stilts).
For years I actually thought I remembered it because I'd heard so many stories about it that the memories seemed my own.
Some of the family members took off for safer territory, but my parents, my three sisters, and other relatives stayed. I expect there was some praying going on. I'm sure I felt quite safe in my mother's arms.
At any rate, all of us survived, and I wish I had some first-hand things to tell you about it. Suffice that it was quite frightening for them, especially staying in that flimsy structure. Maybe they had protection from some trees? Maybe a few angels? Maybe the prayers woked? At any rate, here I am with no story to tell.
Enjoyed your essay.