A Memory Lost in the Winds
I remember sitting there in silence and in anguish waiting for the Channel 5 News to post videos of the disaster on their website. For the longest time, my family and I were nervous to find out the truth. What was the damage? When will we find out? When can we go back to the spot that held the most memory for us? It was then at about 5 o’clock that my family knew what had happened. The look on everyone’s face was unbearable as we all watched the 15 minute video of Hurricane Ike’s destruction across Bolivar Peninsula.
The peninsula itself wasn’t where all my memory was held, but one location. On Magnolia Lane, as far as you can go until you reach the beach was a small beach house standing 10 feet above the ground on small wooden pillars. This was the Johnson Hangout. The beach house was named for my mothers’ side of the family. My mom shared it with her 8 brothers and sisters and their children. It was built 50 years ago and was the oldest in the neighborhood. The beach house was a teal color and very small. Only 8 beds and one bathroom were in the house. Sometimes when we had 50 people staying at once over a holiday like Easter it could get crammed. But because we were all family, no one really cared. The best part about the beach house was how close it was to the beach. You could physically step down the stairs, walk to the street and you were on the beach. It wasn’t the prettiest beach but there were plenty of fun and games to be played.
Although many items that were memorable to some are now lost, many of the memories we shared here will never be lost. We lost surfboards from the 60’s that I learned how to surf on. A very nice sail boat was kept at the house also. My uncle would always take me out for rides in the deep Gulf of Mexico. Some other items that my family was sad to lose were photo albums of the whole family.
About a month ago, my dad took me on a trip down to the beach house. I was shocked to see all the...