I was referred to Cheryl after inquiring around the neighbourhood to find someone talkative to participate in my project. I was given a description of her home and knocked on the door to a smiling welcome.
“I grew up here in the Lower Ninth Ward in my grandparents’ house. When I was 10 years old, Hurricane Betsy hit this area. I remember it was pitch black at night, the dogs were whining and I was terrified. Our neighbours came and loaded us onto a boat in order to escape the waters. The National Guard eventually brought us over to the other shore, over that bridge in this picture. It was only once we crossed that bridge that I really felt safe again.”