Ten years ago today it began. A Friday that didn't seem to hold any particular weather interest, maybe some rain, and then -- if you were in the wrong spot -- a rain to end all rains, it seems.
Portions of Houston flooded like never before; other parts of the area didn't get hit much harder than a typical summer system might deliver.
The Texas Medical Center flooded, as did Jones Hall; highways near downtown turned into 15-feet-deep lagoons, billions of dollars in property was lost.
Our house was flooded out in a process that was in parts utterly boring, scary and funny. (We recounted the tale here, in "Wading For Godot.")
A lot of Houstonians have their own story, of course. We asked and you delivered. Feel free to add your own to the comments.
Nancy Martinez I was at Edwards Marquee off I-10 and Silber watching Pearl Harbor. When the movie ended we left through the back exit door and ran through the rain to get to the truck. As were trying to exit the parking lot around midnight when then noticed we couldn't go anywhere because the feeders were flooded.
We spent the night stranded in the parking lot with several others until 8 a.m. Worst part, I had to pee all night and couldn't go nowhere thinking the movie theatre was closed. Come to find out people who attended later functions just stayed in the theatre watching movies. Cars were parked on the overpasses and people were walking and watching. And here we thought it was simple rain that was passing through...
Ariya McGrew I was out at Bar Houston with a coworker. We were mad that our other friends had bailed (we kept saying that it was only rain and it always rains in Houston). I had to go home early...so I was lucky because other people we knew who went out later got stuck. Fortunately for me I lived on the 3rd floor. So those of is who weren't flooded helped others who weren't so fortunate.
Jeff Balke The morning after Allison had done the bulk of its damage, my grandparents -- both in their 90s -- called to ask me for my help in cleaning up their water-logged home. They had lived in the Timbergrove Manor subdivision since the mid 1950s without a single drop of flood water entering their house; during Allison, they got 18 inches courtesy of White Oak Bayou. I only lived a few blocks away in the Heights, but couldn't any closer than about six blocks away driving.
I waded in that direction as I watched water hit the 11th Street bridge and shoot 20 feet in the air like a geyser. I made it about two blocks down T.C. Jester, felt a fairly sturdy current swirling around me in the waist-deep water and realized that, unlike the feelings of my Klingon counterparts, today was NOT a good day to die. A couple hours later, I drove my truck down the esplanade, avoiding a horse that had broken loose from its pen, and made it to hours' worth of stripping damp carpet and tearing out sheetrock.
J.p. Hamilton Crazy night. I saw people riding jet ski's down Richmond. I always regretted not doing a cannonball off of the Kirby overpass that night. Never get another chance for that. Will never forgot all of the cars completely underwater with their headlights still on. Eerie and beautiful. Elaine Mesker-Garcia We were having a Happy Hour at the now defunct Prive on Montrose & Westheimer for my 10th Year High School reunion. We ended up getting stranded at the bar all night. Fortunately it was a two-story bar so we watched the water rise at that intersection from the covered second-floor balcony.
It was amazing to see and to watch the idiots try to drive through. The first floor of the bar had about three feet of water and we weren't able to leave until at least 7 a.m. We were miserable, not knowing if our house was flooded and how our pets were doing. Fortunately everything was fine when we did finally make it home around 8:30 a.m.
Rebecca Piper Grant Saw water coming in my house and started picking up stuff on the floor like my kids' Nintendo games and take it upstairs. Each time I came downstairs the water was deeper and deeper until I gave up. Looking down from my gameroom I watched my living room furniture floating around. Didn't have flood insurance for contents so still paying SBA for a loan, probably will never get it paid off before I die. A month later my 12 year old son had a brain hemorrhage and I had to live with him in hospital at Tier and try to meet workmen at house for total devastation repair of first floor. HeLL.
Michelle Johns Went to Red Lobster with my friend Tim, and it was getting late we were going to go out for drinks. I said nah, I better go home. Come to find out we was stuck on the feeder road but made it home, my mom and brother almost died that night, if it wasn't for a garbage truck passing by they never would been rescued! Till this day I have no clue what happened to our 3/4 ton truck which was lost in the flood.
If you want to know what happens in the aftermath of your home flooding out, here are the stories of the people on one block in Timbergrove Manor.
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