Hurricane Harvey from my wife’s point of view.
The Koenning Harvey experience (for distant relatives and friends from other places who have been worried and have reached out)
I had no idea from one minute to the next how this would all play out. My husband has a broken heel, and cannot bear weight for another week, and my children are 3 and 6 years old. I said a prayer and pretty much peacefully said goodbye, to our home, which houses my business as well. What’s most important in life to me are the non material such as family/children, relationships, general health and livelihood. Livelihood being my two hands to work with to do what I enjoy, to provide for my loved ones.
The majority of unrelenting rain fall occurred Sunday through Tuesday. On Sunday morning our neighbors got together and organized a refugee plan for those who resided on lower level properties on our street. Our home is about midway to the creek in Polly Ranch. We packed up our things and escaped to Holly and Jeff Mickler’s beautiful home. We rode out the first night together. They were so completely hospitable! We visited, ate, drank, and the kids played. We have been blessed to get to know this beautiful family.
The next day we went back to check on the house and everything was still dry. The water levels were beginning to recede. We got a little bit of confidence and packed up our things and went back home in hopes of staying for the night, with generator in full force. However, throughout the night, the water levels just kept rising and the rain kept falling. I tried to sleep next to Casey’s window in order to listen to the sound of the rain and frogs and wake up every once in a while to check the status of the front yard. Things were not looking good. I felt like the men on the Titanic who just sat there wide eyed as the water rose. Then, at 1:30 AM we decided to flee to higher ground. It was so hard getting the cars out of the driveway but we made it! Gaylon thankfully coached my driving from the Kubota behind me. We went to our neighbor Norma’s, only to find a locked premises because they had gone to their friends house for the night. They had left the generator on but the doors locked. Therefore, we started to sleep in our truck running with diesel, Disney movies for the kids, snacks and AC. We tossed and turned for two hours! With Norma’s permission, I jumped her fence and got in to the house through a secret entry ?dd23. Going from the truck to her comfy leather couch was such a relief!
We were sure that our home had flooded as the water levels were rising everywhere even to some of the areas that we couldn’t imagine would begin to flood were already under. We slept about two hours. At 6:30 AM the next morning I put on my water clothes and ventured out to see the neighborhood. Not knowing what to expect I stood from a far and watched as I was sure my house was under water. To assess damages, i went ahead and waded through the swampland to the house. I stepped onto the front porch and immediately saw the waterline. I discovered that the water level, even at the worst point, had gotten ONE INCH away from coming in. We did suffer a few roof leaks but nothing major. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. So many around us lost everything. I glared out the window at the water surrounding and felt as though I was aboard a house boat. I prayed for so many around us who lost everything. I then broke the news to my husband.
Once Harvey rain had moved on to torture another community, we decided to come home. We kept our guns close since this was about the time looters start intruding. We are still without power but we have a generator that we use frugally. I have felt a connection with a life like the good ole days, as I hand washed dishes, and hung clothes to dry on our homemade clothes line. Watching my children play hide n seek in the hanging sheets reminded me of my childhood with my mother, who is now deceased.
The memories of helping one another on the airstrip, such as pilots bartering AVgas for generators, trading gas cans and other equipment, Norma and Raul Saenz hosting cookouts, Raul Saenz for wading to our home to get Brooklyn’s medicine, and Debbie hosting a pizza party after massive cleaning efforts, will forever be in my heart. Even with Gaylon’s hurt foot we have managed to help out in some areas. I was able to help get an elderly woman trapped in her home to safety. The PR runway had turned into a temporary pass through for people on feet and in motorized vehicles. That is something we will not get to do again as this is normally forbidden due to safety reasons.
I’ve never been more proud of the people in my surroundings. When I ride up and down our streets I don’t see people crying or being depressed. I see people coming together. I will never fear a natural disaster as much as I used to after what we’ve experienced. Everyone will recover and be made stronger.
Water has receded by 4-6″ by the time the pictures were taken.