It has been a couple of months since I’ve written a
blog post, and I always must write a catch-up post, as if everyone were on the
edge of their seats wondering, “What has Teresa been doing since she last wrote?” My Facebook friends already know, but maybe
some of you do not.
The end of February brought snow and cold to
Shreveport, which almost shut our city down.
We didn’t have a snow day; we had a snow week. It’s hard to say how much snow we got—about six
inches in all—interspersed with freezing rain and sleet over the course of
several days, and the temperatures didn’t climb above freezing. There were no snowplows. Roads became treacherous. People were urged to stay home. Employees couldn’t get to work. One Brookshires grocery store operated all
day with four employees. Hospital
employees slept over to insure someone would be there to care for the patients,
including many with COVID.
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| Front of our house with snow, dog, and Mardi Gras decorations |
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| Walking Treble on a cold snowy day |
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| Ricky and Treble walking in the neighborhood |
Shreveport’s water system failed, unable to get water
to most of the city’s neighborhoods. Volunteers began addressing the mounting
crises while city, state, or federal entities struggled to respond. Oil field tanker trucks hauled water to area
hospitals to fill their boilers so the hospitals would have heat. A local bottled water company, Music Mountain,
donated potable water to hospitals and other essential facilities. Our city council woman arranged for the bottled
water company to donate water that first responders distributed to the elderly. Volunteer groups raised money and began distributing
water to high need individuals. People
melted snow for water to flush toilets.
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Collecting snow for melting
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| Melting snow on the stove |
The frigid temperatures, which one night was five
degrees above zero, added to the misery. Shreveport's older homes are built with pier and beam
construction, which meant that pipes froze in many older homes despite efforts
to insulate them. Once the water system
failed, no one could leave faucets dripping, so this added to the number of frozen pipes. When the weather finally
warmed up and the city got water back into all the neighborhoods, citizens
discovered burst pipes everywhere.
We had so many broken pipes at our house that Ricky
turned the water off at the street.
Ricky repaired one broken pipe for an outside faucet, but when we turned
the water back on, we still had water running down outside from behind an
exterior wall next to a bathroom. We
turned the water off again before the leak could damage an inside wall. We needed a plumber to repair the broken pipes
under the house, and plumbing companies were booked for weeks into the future. We had no running water for 12 days
while we waited on the plumbers.
Brookshires Grocery sent an 18-wheeler to Shreveport
filled with pallets of water, which our neighborhood group helped distribute in
the store parking lot. One Shreveport brewery,
Great Raft Brewing Company, let individuals fill up containers with clean water
that they would ordinarily be using to make beer. We picked up water at both locations, and
Ricky bought lots of water at near-by Music Mountain Bottling Plant, which we shared
with others. Once our neighbors’ water
pipes were repaired, they let us fill up buckets of water from their outside
faucet to use for flushing, but the city remained under a boil order for days, so
we drank and cooked with bottled water.
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My neighbor, in foreground, and I
giving out water at Brookshires |
Once the weather drama was behind us, Ricky and I
continued to be involved in our Highland neighborhood, a national historic
district in Shreveport. Our neighborhood
needs some love and not just when the pipes break. Highland is suffering from blight and neglect
from property owners and often city officials. The large houses in Highland
were subdivided into small, inexpensive apartments in the past, and many renters
of these poorly maintained apartments are low-income and transient, contributing
to the piles of furniture and rubble that often line our sidewalks. Fortunately, Highland is also home to young investors who
are trying to save the historic housing stock and restore the neighborhood.
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| Boarded up apartments, allowed to decay |
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| Duplex open to transients, being allowed to decay |
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| Recently restored bungalow next to duplex shown above |
In the last couple months, I’ve worked with our
neighborhood association on various projects including zoning issues involving
historic preservation, plus I continue my daily litter abatement efforts, i.e.,
picking up trash daily when we walk our dog.
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| Litter from neighborhood sidewalks |
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Ricky picking up trash along the creek in
neighborhood park |
Speaking of dogs, somehow, I got enmeshed in the
plight of our neighbors’ two Great Pyrenees dogs, Coco and Grayson, who broke
out of their fenced compound multiple times a day. They loved to roam at night, but they would
also take early morning walkabouts.
Everyone in the neighborhood began to recognize them. Some residents would walk the huge dogs back
to their yard, but the fence couldn’t hold them. One sweet family kept the Great Pyrenees
inside their house for the entire day, along with 5 children and their own pets
until the dog owners could claim them.
Photos showed the Great Pyrenees looking relaxed laying in the middle of
the living room floor, or one even sprawled on a spare bed at one point. One local veterinarian let Coco and Grayson
spend the weekend at her clinic when they followed a man and his dog inside the
vet office one Friday.
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| Great Pyrenees escaping through their fence |
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Coco and Grayson with Treble in our yard,
These two Great Pyrenees later squeezed through 5" space
between wrought iron fence rails seen at end of the drive-way |
Because my husband and I are retired, I was
immediately aware when the dogs escaped, and I began to feel responsible for
keeping Coco and Grayson safe until their owners could figure out a solution.
Finally, our neighbors decided that Coco and Grayson
needed more space to roam and jobs to do.
After all, Great Pyrenees were bred to herd sheep in Spain. I worked for hours trying to find them the
perfect new home. We were eventually able
to rehome them to a ranch in East Texas.
The new owner even drove her horse trailer to Shreveport to transport
them safely back to Texas.
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| Coco and Grayson at their new home on Texas ranch |
These dogs
were like two 100-pound toddlers when you tried to get them to do something they
didn’t want to do. Their last escape was
in the hour before the woman from Texas was coming to get them. My husband and I drove around our
neighborhood, while I looked on Facebook to see where people had reported
seeing them. Finally, we found them
following a man who was walking down the sidewalk pulling a suitcase with two Great
Pyrenees following behind him. We had
leashes with us, so Ricky walked them blocks across the neighborhood to
our house, while I called our neighbor to say we had found them, then called
the woman in Texas to say we had them in custody and to come on to pick them up.
In my next blog post, I'm going to share my efforts at book spine poetry in honor of National Poetry Month.
