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#24  "Purple Lady" in the Astrodome

9/13/2012

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​7 Years Ago

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I walked down an aisle like this in the Astrodome and met a woman in a purple warm up suit.

I will never forget our conversation or her pained face.

It was 2 weeks after Hurricane Katrina made landfall in New Orleans.   Thousands  of refugees who had fled to Houston were being housed inside the aged  Astrodome. 


Astrodome
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September 13, 2005 was a beautiful day in Houston.  I drove down to the Astrodome to join other volunteers, hoping I could work with some of the children.  First I went through a screening and I was warned to remove my jewelry. "Don't give any money away or let anyone use your phone.  Don't walk anywhere alone, especially to the restrooms. Sanitize your hands every 20 minutes." Then I was given plastic gloves and told to walk up and down the aisles between cots and "offer assistance."  Not only was that a vague assignment, but my thoughts of cheering up children, turned negative.  I felt as if I'd just been given an orientation for working with prisoners.

​Where to Start?
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I stared down the perfectly lined cots and wondered why they were kept so rigid.  I saw gray blankets and stuffed animals and decks of cards.  I saw a small boy eating cornflakes from a box and a teenager eating a half pint of Ben and Jerry's.  A couple sat side by side in serious conversation, while two children  nearby leapt and giggled on their cots.  Mostly the atmosphere seemed like a slow moving dream...a hum of murmuring voices interrupted by echoing announcements.  And lots and lots of cots, with folks sitting, resting or even sleeping under the bright lights.  I set off down the row, looking for someone who might actually welcome my help.

I saw her purple.
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She slouched on her cot at the end of the aisle.  Her elderly body seemed too weary for the bright warm up suit.  I asked her how she was doing.

"Oh, better." She sighed.  Her words invited conversation, but her turned away posture did not.

I asked if there was anything I could get her and she answered no as she stared off at a group of teens gathering nearby.

"What's going on over there?"  I wondered with her.   She shrugged.

"Want me to go find out and tell you?" 
I sort of teased with my offer. Her mouth turned up slightly at the corners as she nodded.

A Celebrity
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I saw a few police in the crowd, but there were also smiles.  I walked up to a young boy who was watching and asked what was going on. He said someone was signing autographs, but he didn't take his eyes off the crowd when he spoke. I asked an older teen who had a better view, "Who's that man signing kid's shirts?"

"That's Kanye West."  He said in a cool voice.  I could tell he was working hard to suppress his smile.

I didn't try to hide my enthusiasm, because I was pretty darn excited that I even recognized the rapper's name.  I had only recently heard about him when he had become very vocal with the media about his outrage over Bush's handling of Katrina.

​Sharing My News
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I headed back to my sweet purple lady and shared the news.  I'm not sure if she even knew of Kanye West, but the ice had been broken and she began to talk.  I asked if she had other family in the Astrodome and she answered with a story about leaving New Orleans.  She gazed away from me as she began to describe the escape from her flooded apartment with her daughter and her children.  Her voice was muffled as she described her fear about leaving.  Her daughter had to force her out the door and how she screamed and held tight to her family when the water reached her chest.  She told me how one family floated their children in an empty "refrigerator".  Much of what she said I couldn't quite catch, but I didn't dare intrude on her monologue to ask her to repeat. And then she mentioned how helpless she felt when she saw a small boy drown.

I Asked
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I wanted to be sure I'd heard her correctly.
"Yes. It was horrible.  There was nothing I could do."

I asked how she was doing now, compared to when she first arrived at the dome.  She said she hurt everywhere for a long time and she didn't have her medicine at first, but she repeated that she was better.  Then she stared forward as if she were picturing the apartment she left behind.


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"I had just moved in.  Most of my stuff was in boxes.  I had some towels."  She recalled.  "They were in containers...I wonder if they might still be okay?"

It was touching to see that tiny glimmer of hope she had for her towels. 

Before I left, I fumbled to compliment her bravery.  "You should be very proud of yourself." My words seemed so simple, so unworthy for this dear, weary grandmother who battled the filthy waters of New Orleans.  But she smiled and nodded and made full eye contact for the first time.

Thank you Dear Grandmother in your Bright Purple!
You taught me about quiet bravery. I met others at the Astrodome that day and I've seen many tell their story on the news.  But none have told their story as gently as you.  Whenever I think about Katrina and the people who suffered and lost and fought and rebuilt, the image of you in your purple warm up comes to mind.  I hope you really are BETTER now!

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#23  A Spanish Nun in 2006

9/12/2012

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​No Face

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We heard there was a convent in Madrid where you could buy dulces (sweets) from some very secretive nuns. 

We had the address, but it was still hard to find.  We found the building, but the large wooden doors were closed,  so we buzzed a nearby button.

A scratchy, somewhat impatient voice came through the speaker and rattled off confusing directions in Spanish.  My husband and kids pushed the door open and I followed as we entered a maze of halls.


Search for Cookies
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We made a few wrong turns while searching for the little window where we hoped to buy cookies.
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The Secret Window
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And there it was!  A solid door covered the wood framed window.  Through the window was a lazy Susan with mysterious sectioned walls ...that kept us from viewing the nun who was hidden behind.  Her voice spoke through the barriers, firing off a list of cookie selections and prices.  My kids combined their Spanish skills to translate, but we were still a bit unclear.


Oz or First Confession?
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There was an odd twinge of worry about the whole process.  I  felt a bit like I was Dorothy pleading to Oz, hidden behind the curtain.  Or was  I reliving the nerves of my first confession at age 7, speaking to Father Cubrick, hidden  behind the screen.

Lots of Confusion
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After some confused communication, we heard the Lazy Susan creek as it turned slowly like a revolving door.  Suddenly a few boxes appeared.  I think the nun grew impatient and allowed us to see the selection.  We pondered over a few boxes, then Heidi grabbed one box before sending the others back. 


Payment
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The nun's cranky voice demanded payment, so we sent a pile of bills and coins on the revolving platform. More funny comparisons came to mind. This could have been a speak easy...or a very curious drug deal! We four  stood a moment in the hallway surrounded by tile and vault-like doors.  We grinned at each other and headed back through the building.


Our Cookies!
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​Here I am posing with Scott and our box of cookies.  They were actually were pretty tasteless, but who cares?



Thank you Mystery Nun!
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You gave  us a very fun adventure.  I know you were probably very nice, but your voice made me conjure up images of the hooded witch in Hansel and Gretel.  I wish I  could have seen your face, because maybe you really were smiling the whole time.  But it's more fun imagining a tiny woman with a wrinkled frown and a crooked  nose...in a habit!

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#22  Porch People

9/6/2012

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​Warm Day in January

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I was driving through Rosenberg, TX on probably the loveliest day of the year, when I spotted a porch and four people.

My windows were down and the air was intoxicating.  Why was I so drawn to these folks?  I wanted to put on my brakes and take a picture.


​Colors Caught My Eye


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I passed this worn and modest house and smiled to myself. I absorbed just enough to know I had seen a pink car and a woman in multi-colored curlers.  I never see curlers anymore.  And a porch.  I miss porches. These people were out inhaling the same warm winter air I was giddy over.  I had seen the woman in curlers, a young girl with a jump rope and 2 men relaxing nearby.   Why did they make me smile?
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I Returned

I drove around the block and waved out the car window as I pulled to  the curb.  I felt just a bit guilty when I asked for directions to The Italian Maid Restaurant up the road...an excuse to start a conversation.  And then we talked about the glorious weather.  Somehow, the weather lead to talking about the little girl and how her mother hoped she would grow up to be a singer.  And we talked about taking pictures, especially on a beautiful day.  And while we spoke I absorbed the tiny pieces that made up this world of theirs...
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...the foil on the windows, the Chihuahua with the pink collar on the swinging bench.  I noticed the white princess phone on the metal folding chair beside the woman and a drying mop on the other side of her.  (I had a feeling she'd earned her rest on the chair)  I also noticed the giant Bud Light the "grandfather" held as he watched the little girl and her jump rope.  He didn't look like a grandpa with his flip flops and tattoos and his ball cap on backwards, but he grinned and bragged like one!   I noticed the 2 doors of this tiny duplex, framed in peeling brown paint.  And I thought it was nice that these neighbors, (sharing such a small porch) seemed to get along well.  I noticed the big pink "Toyota" taking center stage on the sidewalk and I knew the little girl was as spoiled and loved as any.

Cheese!
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After agreeing once again on how perfect the day was, I took a risk and asked if I could take a picture...to remember this beautiful day.  The grandfather smiled proudly and gestured to his granddaughter, "Say CHEESE!"  I clicked the camera and hollered thanks.  "Drive safely!"  The grandfather said.  "God Bless you!"  added the woman in curlers.



Thank you to my Friends on the Porch!

I've seen weather bring people together before.  Hurricanes, floods and even droughts can bond people and make them reach out to one another...or at least gripe together.  But it was a beautiful day that bonded us.  We may be from different worlds, but we appreciate the same things...a spring day in January!  When I feel that kind of air again, I'll think of you all and call it a "Porch Day".

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         FIFTY-FIVE
        STRANGERS

    To celebrate my birthday in April 2012, I decided to reflect on the past with a different kind of list.  I've met a lot of people in my 55 years, but I'm going to stop and remind myself about the strangers I've met.  These are  people I met by accident, not through friends or work.  For some  reason, these  strangers dropped into my life.  Even though we may have only spent a few minutes together, these people have never been forgotten.

    Each week, I'll spotlight  someone I met in the past, who in some small way, made me stop and think.

    MY GOAL: 
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