
Anna Sweet photo
Dolores and Huey’s rented “outhouse” trailer, FEMA trailer, and Winnebago.
James
I asked if we could meet James. Huey said “Sure.” He took Anna and me inside the FEMA trailer, where James lay on his side on a hospital bed, his attendant (his sister) nearby. James had dark hair, was basically a handsome young man. He was wearing only a diaper and was covered with a thin blanket. Huey said James couldn’t see us, yet James seemed to react to us, writhing clumsily on the bed.
After we visited James, Huey told us that doctors claim James doesn’t know them. “But James reacts to me and Dolores. He loves outings, and if an outing gets cancelled, he reacts big time. He lets you know he’s disappointed,” Huey said.
They have a wheelchair-lift equipped Winnebago to take James places. It was in that Winnebago that the three of them fled to Lafayette when they heard Hurricane Rita was on her way.
Huey said he used to go out to bars all the time, but everything changed when James became disabled. Huey and Dolores modified their house and their lives to taking care of a little boy who couldn’t walk or communicate. Huey said, “I wouldn’t do it again,” yet he kept referring to James as “my little boy” and using other pet names for him. Both Huey and Dolores told us how hard they have struggled to find James good caregivers who keep James clean and safe. They clearly love him.
Seeing James made me think about Terri Schiavo. James has a feeding tube, like Terri needed. Unlike Terri, he sometimes uses a ventilator to help him breathe. Why are people like Terri and James here? I don’t know all the answers, but I do know this: they teach us compassion.
Cajun Adventure, Post-Hurricane Rita
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Huey and Dolores had raised five children in their two-bedroom, tin-roofed, big-porched home that’s over 100 years old. After they learned their house was ruined, they rented a trailer just big enough for a toilet and a bed for James. Huey and Dolores slept in chairs for three months. Eventually they got a larger trailer through FEMA, parked nearby, big enough to hold a bed for them as well as one for James. The two beds are parked head-to-foot. The original trailer is now their “outhouse.”
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Dolores and Huey. This picture
does not capture the sparkle that
was always in both Dolores and
Huey's eyes.
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Anna, 3 years old, and friend in
our back yard. |
Huey, a small man with health problems (“I quit smoking 30 years too late,” he said), told us that he and Dolores own 15 acres of land. Most of their children have set up housing on the property in a motley assortment of trailers along the road. Adding to the mix are abandoned vehicles, including a tractor, a small school bus, a huge trailer home, and a elevator-equipped “handicap van,” door ajar. Chickens wander everywhere. All day long Anna and I heard roosters crow. It was a good old sound, reminding us of our days tending our own flock back home, seven years ago.
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anna sweet photo |
Boat that floated to the house. |
Abandoned handicap-van. |
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Abandoned tractor. |
Dolores + Huey’s porch and dog. |