It Breaks My Heart...

May 25, 2010

If there's one thing that y'all know about me it's that I'm one proud Cajun. I'm extremely proud to say that I'm from Louisiana. I'll be the first person to tell you that if you've never been there it's definitely one place you need to visit before you kick the bucket. It's beautiful, it's charming, it's down home.

When I was married to Rusty's Dad we used to go to Grand Isle (LA) every summer, with his entire family. We'd stay for a week. They guys would go "bull fishing" (huge redfish) at night. Rusty and his cousin (and best friend) Brodie were so proud when they were finally able to go with them. They were probably 7 or 8.

We'd spend our days on the beach, building sand castles with the kids. We'd watch them play in the water. We'd enjoy the sun, the beach. I can't begin to tell you how much those summers meant to me. How much I love Grand Isle.

I mean, the beaches aren't as beautiful as Miami Beach or anything. It's not one of those "white sandy beaches" that most people think about when they think about taking a beach vacation. But it's what I've known all my life. It's beautiful. To me.

Every year for Mother's day Rusty and his Dad would take me camping in Grand Isle. We'd camp right on the beach. They wouldn't let me lift a finger, they cooked for me, they spoiled me rotten. It's some of the best memories I have from when Rusty was little. I'll never forget once when Rusty and his Dad and I walked on the beach and found over 20 sand dollars. Rusty was so excited about it that he kept running ahead of us to "find" them before us!

Rusty still goes to Grand Isle every year with his Dad's family. He also takes several fishing trips there every year with his cousins and Uncles. "Just the guys"

Here are a few pics of Grand Isle as I remember it.

Beautiful Morning. We would wake up early every morning just to see this. We'd all sit out on the deck and drink our coffee and just watch. (Picture courtesy of Google)

Sunset. That's a fishing boat. We'd sit out there on the deck and watch this too. How could you not? (Picture courtesy of Google)

My Son took this picture last year when they went to Grand Isle. Now that's nature at it's finest!

Whenever a hurricane hits Louisiana it usually hits Grand Isle first. Hurricane Katrina literally destroyed Grand Isle. There was almost nothing left of it. All of the hotels, the camps, the stores...gone.

The residenst of Louisiana usually work in one of three "fields." They're either commerical fishermen, they work in the oil industry or they work at the souviner/gift shops there.

This damn oil spill is destroying Grand Isle. It's being destroyed AGAIN. Someone has to get off of their ass and do something aobut this damn it.

This is Grand Isle now...

How are they supposed to recover from this mess? How are they ever going to clean all this shit up?

This is going to affect Grand Isle and the state of Louisiana for years. YEARS people!

These poor animals. Seeing these breaks my heart. I almost didn't put them in here, but everyone needs to know what's happening down there!

I wish I could be there. I wish I could do something to help.

This is going to be happening for years.

The wildlife...they're suffering!

The marshes are covered.

 The water my son played in as a child is gone.

The residents of Grand Isle are fed up!

 I agree!!!

 Hey BP...they're talking to YOU!

 Get off your asses and get this shit fixed. Stop that damn oil from spewing into our beautiful waters and ruining our beaches damn it!

 Sorry if I got on my "soap box" I'm just mad as hell!

Just look at this...


DeAnn said...

This is disgusting.. Makes me cry girl.. my sister goes to Destin every year camping.. shes heartbroken too.. makes me sick.. literally..

singedwingangel said...

OH sweetie.. I understand your righteous anger. BP needs to do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to stop this.. and recover the losses as best as possible. They are already rich off the backs of the people in this area they still have their homes, their cars their planes and things. Perhaps if they had to employ their personal things, and ope their homes to the animals it has threatened. Ya know a habitat for them to get cleaned up and recuperated while the CEO's get off their asses and get down there and clean up by hand. Using their vehicles to haul in clena up equipment. Their jets to hauls in the stuff needed for residents of the area..grrrr I am mad right along wih you..

Leiah said...

Girl I'm with you 100% on this. You should hear the attorneys I work for - this is the topic of conversation every day.

I mentioned you in my post yesterday. The one called "How y'all is?"

Christina Lee said...

AWWWW man it really really sucks! I've been following the news everyday on this!

MiMi said...

It really makes me sad for the people who make their lives working there. The people who live, breathe, eat and work...with the land, from the land, from the sea.
It's horrible.
I don't know how the hell they will fix the pipe and make it stop leaking. It will get cleaned will. Just don't know when. :(

Small Town Girl said...

It is very sad. I know accidents happen, but is this not in their manual? A big ass company like BP would have a "what if" policy. I'm not mad that it happened because these things do happen, but get it fixed and get it fixed yesterday! I'm with you 100%!!

Erin said...

Of course since I am a NOLA girl, this post and the whole diaster are breaking my heart as well. Wonderful post and I do hope people realize what is really going on down there....

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Louisiana Belle said...

Well said. I feel the same way: SICK. I hope they can recover from this in our lifetime. It hurts my heart to see all the wildlife covered in that sludge. Damn, that's just hard to look at. As if nature is not hard enough, we've got man adding to their plight. I wish I could do something. Anything.

On the brighter side, loved the photos you shared of Grand Isle. I always wanted to go, but never got a chance.

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