As I mentioned in last week’s blog, I was so excited to go down to New Orleans – or NOLA as the locals call it. To do a photo journey of the places that mean something to my family, especially my Mom. I got to do this, all while sharing the trip with my wife and son. I was able to document my mother’s memories and retrace some of her steps from years ago. And while being aware of the dramatic changes that Hurricane Katrina brought, and experience where the city is 10 years later.
First, I was able to find my grandmother’s house that my Mom grow up in. My sister Faye spent a lot of time there as a young child. This house was built in the early 1900s and is now owned by Kevin Stone. He was most gracious in allowing me to photograph his beautiful home.
For my mom, riding the trolley to Loyola University to studied music and fine arts was an everyday routine. This was the first time my son rode on a trolly and really enjoyed the ride, and even made friends with one of the trolley operators named Trinsten. Super nice guy.
We made sure to stop and pay respect at a Katrina memorial. My sister, grandmother and aunt’s houses were spared from the horrific storm, but both my niece and nephews homes were devastated.
Next, we were able to track down the church my mom and dad met and were married in, and where my sister Faye was baptized. I loved being able to share that with my wife and son.
We also stopped at Werlien Music, the studio where my Mom was a student and would later become a teacher. It has gone through many changes throughout the years and is now, sadly, a cafe.
Of course, a trip to New Orleans would not be complete without visiting the famous Jackson Square or Preservation Hall. eat oyster po’ boys, monstrous snowballs and amazing weiners at Dat Dog. Oh, and see the ever popular mimes.
We also snuck in a show at Le Bon Temps Roule to see the Soul Rebels – Amazing!
I was so glad to be able to spend this time and celebrate the city that means so much to my family. Until next time!0