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December 22, 2007

Mrs. Cora Foster's house is gone

I've blogged about gutting Mrs. Cora's house. I've blogged about driving by it a year later seeing it slowly decay. And I've blogged about thinking about trying one more time to get into her house and see if we can salvage some important and historic family heirlooms.

And now it's all gone.

Mrs. Cora's house is gone
Mrs. Cora's house is gone

And of course I didn't do any of the things I planned to do. I got the phone numbers for the Foster daughters, but I didn't get around to calling. Every day I planned to call and every day it fell through the cracks and I just didn't do it. Just like I came up with the idea and registered a domain name for the Care Forgot project and then never did anything with it.

Today I feel like I'm all talk.

I feel like those guys in Do The Right Thing who sit on the corner all day long and talk and bitch about the Koreans who run the convenience store across the street and talk about how they should open their own store, til one of them stands up and says "'I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do that.' You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing! I tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go across the street and give them damn Koreans some more o' my money."

I possibly had it in my power to do something for somebody, and I didn't do anything.

Merry Christmas.

Posted by ray at December 22, 2007 4:31 PM |
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even when you do stuff it feels like you get nothing accomplished.

You know what I mean?

Have a Happy Holiday and we will get back to work after the New Year.

Posted by: Karen at December 22, 2007 7:48 PM

And I'm sitting over here in my unnamed East Coast state doing exactly nothing except writing a few checks, talking about what's going on (or not) and reading Ray in New Orleans (who I picked up on from my friend Karl Elvis).


Also, the husband and I watch documentaries and cry.


From *my* POV, you look like f'ing Superman.


I'm sorry for the loss of Mrs. Cora Foster's house and heirlooms. Thank you for everything you've done and are doing.


hugs, E

Posted by: Elizabeth at December 23, 2007 2:14 AM

Is the Oskar Schindler's blog?

What about all the good things you DID get done this year? (Karen, this goes for you, too.)

You did a lot. You can't do it all.

Folks like you make me try harder to do more. Thanks for that.

Lisa (The girl whose house you spent several afternoons helping gut in the stifling heat of New Orleans summer.)

Posted by: LIsaPal at December 23, 2007 2:42 AM

I know you feel bad about Miz Cora's but you're being too hard on yourself again. Your heart and your hands were in the right place at the right time. She knows that and I know the work you all did on her house means alot to her. Shit happens. It just didn't work out the way you wanted.
Care Forgot can still happen and it doesn't have to be a one-man endeavor.
As Lisa said, think of all the good stuff you've done. Lotsa good stuff.

And Merry Christmas to you,__ .

Posted by: charlotte at December 23, 2007 2:27 PM

Everybody else took the words outta my mouth.

Have a happy holiday. Be well, 'cause if you're not, that's one less good person in the world, and that's the LAST thing the world needs.

Posted by: liprap at December 23, 2007 4:23 PM

Man, you have gone above and beyond so many times...

As a wise doctor once said, "You can't save everyone". You tried, and my guess is that we wouldn't have found didley in the house, music wise.

Hang tough.

Posted by: ashley at December 23, 2007 6:01 PM

You and Karen have done more than the rest of th worthless, blathering NOLA bloggers put together with the entire staff of elected city government. As our own Dr. points you, you can't save everyone and still save yourself. What part of yourelf, which of your children or other critical part of your life would you throw out of the lifeboat to recapture the chance to save her house? You are an American hero, even if you feel like you're just an extra in the Longest Day. There was a longest day because so many people charged up the beach. You can't be and shouldn't try to be Audie Murphy. You need to be the guy who remembers he has a wife and kids to make it home to, and just do what you can and what you must. Whatever was precious in Cora's house is gone, but so are any number of other treasures out of the innumerable houses that have fallen. Some are purely personal and some belong at the Library of Congress, but in the end all that matters is that they were lost. No one is going to forget who Buddy Bolden was because Miss Cora's fell. I worry more that, 100 years from now, perhaps no one will remember what you and the krewe and so many others have done to save what they can. That is a story as important to the American experience as anything that was lost in Miss Cora's house. You can't save everyone, and you can't save everything. What is not lost is increased immensely because you've tried,and I hope that 100 years hence someone sits in a carrel in the Smithsonian and reads this post and its conversation, and remembers what was done by the largely anonymous volunteers who saved so much, and made that that something recognizably New Orleans did not perish from the earth.

Posted by: Mark Folse at December 23, 2007 7:19 PM

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