Posted by
theoilpatchplug on Tuesday, September 16, 2008 12:24:44 PM
Ike was my grandfather’s name. He was a doughboy in World War 1. I remember him as being hard to deal with before he passed away in the 80’s. He survived the great depression, the Kilgore oil boom and the trenches in Europe to keep the family farm together.
We haven’t had power since the night of the storm. We’ve thrown away all our spoiled food and gone on endless searches for ice and food. Lines at the few open service stations are measured in miles.
We’re here. Galveston, not so much. I’m just now getting to see what’s left.
Ike Philpot’s grandson and the rest of his family is alive and well.
God bless Texas and America, too.