Monthly Archives: September 2018

September Hurricanes, then & now

It’s mid-September, 2018. Florence, Issac, Helene, and possibly Joyce are dancing around in the Atlantic. Just last week, Gordon blew ashore over Pascagoula and Mobile. One other stray concept – mentioned in an earlier entry – is that our TriCentennial can legitimately be placed any where between 1717 and 1722.

So lets review our “first time”. By 1722, our little hamlet consisted of maybe a few dozen huts and two or three “buildings” that is stores and officer’s quarters, etc. On Sept. 11th or 28th, the cyclone hit. (reminder, during this time frame, France and England – and their colonies – were on opposite sides of the Julian vs. Gregorian calendar “conflict”).

“The wind raged for fifteen hours, and destroyed the huts serving as church and rectory; at the hospital, a few patients were injured.

Bayou St. John rose three feet, the Mississippi rose nearly eight feet, and the powder was just saved in time by being transferred to a dove-cote “which M. le Commandant had built so as to afford himself a few luxuries.”

This “disaster,” did not disturb La Tour (the engineer sent to build the new capital) to any great degree. “All these buildings,” he says, “were temporary and old, not a single one was in the alignment of the new town, and they were to have been pulled down. Little harm would have been done, if only we had had shelters for everybody.”

The damage caused by the hurricane — thirty-four huts destroyed . . .

Nevertheless, the hurricane had some disastrous consequences. The entire flotilla of the capital was put out of commission; the Santo-Christo and the Neptune, ships of twelve cannon each, went aground; the passage-boat Abeille, which had arrived in August, 1721, and Le Cher foundered in the Mississippi, the Aventurier was more fortunate; it had raised anchor a few hours before the cyclone bore down, and was able to resume its voyage after getting some repairs. . . .

Many flat boats, notably the Postilion, belonging to the Sieur Dumanoir, and a number of pirogues, sank with their loads of grain and fowls and other produce. Then a month of torrential rainfalls destroyed the last crops and reduced the new city to a state of famine. Next year, the price of eggs rose” . . . to ridiculous levels. 1723 was indeed one of those years of “starvation and woe”. But it got better.–new_orleans_founding.html Accessed 9/10/2018

In our times, we have heard much about the resilience of the citizens of the Gulf Coast. No doubt in the next few weeks we will hear about the resilience of the folks in the Carolinas. In fact, if I hear about resilience or “dodging the bullet” much more I may lose it all one day. Let’s face it, if one chooses to live on the coast from Chesapeake Bay to the mouth of the Rio Grande and beyond, resilience is only a small part of the equation. We choose to live here for the quality of life, the climate (before it changes too much), and don’t forget the seafood😀

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If you believe that POTUS should be replaced, WEAR PLAID !

If you believe that POTUS should be replaced, WEAR PLAID !

The undrained swamp is just getting silly now. VOTE VOTE VOTE ON NOV. 6.

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” Attributed to Edmund Burke, including by John F Kennedy in a speech in 1961. Burke didn’t say it, and its earliest form was by John Stuart Mill, who said in 1867: “Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing.” Thanks to Andrew Marshall. accessed 9/8/18.

Those that do not remember the past are condemned to relive it. -Santayana

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Another Tropical Storm

So, here we go again. A few weeks ago, as I was working my day job, cashier-small gas station/convenience store in the exurbs of New Orleans, some travelers stopped in to ask directions. As usual my intentional Yat accent clued them in that I was from the Big Easy. So one asked, “Why did you leave New Orleans?” Truthfully and succinctly, I replied, “I got tired of running away from hurricanes!”

Luckily, I (or rather we – my lovely wife, the better half of we) did not have to run far. We are only an hour away from our beloved hometown, and live the country life we dreamed of for many years. But now – without running away – we have to sit and watch the latest storm to go by.

So what do writers and historians do while the storm passes? Well, after getting all the usual preparations in place, this writer and historian can pursue the ultimate dream. I sit here and read history and write history.

Quite accidentally, I made groceries this weekend, so we don’t have to worry about food supplies. After three years at our new home, we were finally able to set up the connection between the portable generator and our home water system. So – food, water, reasonable safe shelter, I get to WORK ON MY BOOK !

One positive thought about watching a storm go by – Nota Bene: A PASSING STORM – not one passing over your house, is that these storms usually foreshadow the coming of fall on the Gulf Coast. and if you do not or no longer live here, THIS IS A BIG DEAL !!!

Be careful, and back atcha later.

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