Wednesday, June 27, 2018

"FADING MEMORIES"

Hurricane Audrey 
 June 27, 1957

National Weather Service picture of Audrey. NOAA


Sixty-one years ago today one of the worst hurricanes to strike the gulf coast had a direct impact not only on the landscape of Cameron Parish and southwest Louisiana, but also on its families.

Hurricane Audrey hit the Cameron Parish coast during the early morning hours of June 27, 1957.


Many people were unprepared for the storm because it arrived 2 days earlier than calculated.

With winds over 125 mph with gust up to 150 mph and waves over 20 foot, the Category 3 hurricane devastated the Cameron Parish coastal communities of Johnson Bayou, Holly Beach, Cameron, Creole, Oak Grove, and Grand Chenier.

Structures were completely destroyed. Houses, Barns, Hotels, Businesses, Schools, Libraries, and Churches.

The destruction forces from Hurricane Audrey reached from Galveston, Texas to Cocodrie, Louisiana. Many small communities like High Island, Texas to Pecan Island, Louisiana were greatly affected.

Along with the physical devastation there was something far worse. DEATH.

The official count of the death toll by Audrey was over 500 lost souls, but it is estimated over 600 perished.

My family knows first hand the force of Audrey. My grandparents Berton and Audrey, their 3 children Warner, Gerald, and Sandy, along with my great-grandfather Pierre Savoie, and my great-uncle Guidry Savoie and his wife Juanita, all rode out Hurricane Audrey from the attic of my grandparents home in Cameron.
Sandy, Audrey, Berton, Warner, and Gerald Daigle
After riding out the storm all day and night, they walked 6 miles to the town of Cameron. They waded through saltwater, mud, marsh grass, dead snakes, fish, cows, horses, alligators, nutria, muskrat, and worst of all, humans.

As they walked this heartbreaking journey, they were able to see first hand the death and destruction that mother nature can bring.
Warner Daigle ,14 years old, in white t-shirt, carrying a body. 

They passed friends, neighbors, and relatives old home sites, with no more homes.

They knew if there were no house then the family that lived there probably drowned.

My grandmother passed her Aunt Tilley's home place with no structure left.

Her Aunt and Grandmother rode out the storm until the house broke apart and floated away. Her Aunt Tilley was rescued 2 days later and 20 miles north, wrapped in barbed wire and clinging to pieces of wood from the house. Her grandmother did not survive.

There are many other stories such as this, from other families who rode out the storm. 

Some are far worse.

In one family, the only survivor was a 12 year old boy. He lost his entire family in one day. His grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters.

There may always be written records of Audrey's winds and water levels and there will be records of the death toll caused by the storm.  Let us never forget the impact the storm had on the lives of our ancestors.

61 years have passed since Audrey in 1957. There are not many first-hand survivors left who rode out the storm. As time marches on, so do the memories fade.

May the memory of Audrey's destruction never fade away.


"A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a 
tree without roots." 
~ Marcus Garvey ~




Friday, June 8, 2018

"Summer Fun Memories - Blog Life "

WEEK 11

It's summer time!

The Kids are out of school, traffic is less congested in mornings and afternoons, and no homework (for the kids and parents).
The Original Karate Kids.
Marsha, James, Kelly, and Chris.
Early 1980's.
For most kids the summers are made for fun and relaxation. Stay up past their normal bed times, sleep late, and then enjoy the day.

What could be better than to be be young again with no worries or thoughts about tomorrow and the future.
Me  around 5 or 6 years old. 
Enjoying some summer time fun with a giant gas funnel as a hat.
No YOUTUBE so we only had our IMAGINATION to play with back then.
Circa 1976-77

When I was growing up, my dad was a school teacher and he got the summers off along with all the kids. As a side job in the summer, he worked as the caretaker/director/maintenance man/supervisor for the Cameron Recreation Center Pool.

Every summer while I was growing up was spent swimming at the Cameron recreation center pool behind Our Lady Star of the Sea Catholic Church. 
Me and my brother Josh at the Cameron Recreation Pool.
Probably the summer of 1983.

Each day we would ride to Cameron with our dad. We would usually spend the entire day at the pool. By entire day I mean from  9 am until 8:30 pm. Every day.

I loved the old Cameron recreation center.

There was a swimming pool, playground, ball fields and tennis courts.
Tennis Crew


Just about every kid in and around the town of Cameron went to the swimming pool. Either for the morning swim session or the afternoon session.

We always had enough people to play softball games or had someone to play tennis with. There were usually enough people to play some doubles in tennis. 

This was all before the invention of home VIDEO GAME SYSTEMS. We had video games but they were only the arcade editions that you played at businesses and they cost money... Lots and lots of QUARTERS....

We would walk down the street to the Sweet Shoppe for a double cone of ice cream, and then walk over to Val's Video to see what the new releases he had on VHS. Val's Video was the original BLOCKBUSTER and REDBOX.

As I reflect on those long, hot, summer days at the old pool, I remember all the good times I had and all the people I had them with.
Me and my brother James. Enjoying our rectangle trampoline.

Keith "Fat Cat" Portie enjoy the summer on Holly Beach, Louisiana.

I know we can't go back in time, but for just one brief moment I would love to go back for 5 minutes and get a dose of that "Pac-Man Fever" while listening to the Michael Jackson song "Beat It" on my state of the art Sony Walkman cassette player....


The Daigle Family - Laura, Willie, James, and Josh
Circa 1988



Until next time.
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