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Reblogging - Mother Nature Returned The Favor, Cherimie Crane

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Real Estate Broker/Owner with MoonDancer Realty, Dillsboro,NC NC# 218097

Whenever we watch the news and hear about weather gone amuck or forest consuming fires, we often think not only of the humans and their considerably altered lives and existences but we're wracked with worry and grief for the unsuspecting creatures of the land who are caught in the destruction.  From a distance though, our concern while very sincere, is also limited to whatever soundbites the broadcasters choose to share with us.

Karen Anne Stone first reblogged this post.  While reading it, Cherimie Crane managed to involve me in theCherimie Crane, Beaufort, SC drama as well as any of the finest southern women authors I've ever read.  By the third paragraph, I had chills and respect for every utterance she'd written.  Cherimie captured a caring nation's frustration with this line "mass media's inability to differentiate my home town from a parish in New Orleans".

Many women reading her post will also be struck with her paragraph regarding dinner parties and share her statement "let Mother Nature request my attendance and I will rise to the occasion".  Rereading her paragraph just gave me chills again.

"Within moments, women of the not so wild came to my assistance", reminds me of the most incredible and scary moments of my life when the women friends and family around me could always be counted upon for support and wisdom.

Never again when I hear the words "just a Category One" hurricane will I relax...there are no more trivializing words in the English language than "just a".  "Just a Category One" hurricane was still highly destructive to people in its path and was almost life ending for the two innocent babies who live because of the unselfish kindness of one stranger to them, someone who, had their mother lived would have taught them to be fearful of.

Karen Anne, thanks for the introduction to this extraordinary writer and this loving soul.  Besides, look at Cherimie's photo...doesn't she look like a famed southern author?  I've subscribed and believe she is more than worthy of you checking out too.

 

 

 

Original content by Cherimie Crane

Everything happens for a reason, or so they say. I always assumed that saying was just a phrase thrown around like a dish towel in situations when nothing else seemed to fit. I stand corrected. The past two weeks have been an interwoven blanket of confusion sewn tightly with the thread of random ridiculousness.  Fortunate for me, my days provide me with enough nonsense mixed with a subtle lack of common sense to fill my column. Otherwise, I suppose I would have very little to say.

Coming off of a very strange case of poison oak, at times I believed maybe it had spread to my brain, but no, it is all real as life itself. As I watch helplessly as Isaac approaches my family, my hometown and my down trodden home state of Mississippi, I spiraled down a path of pity and fear.

Only a category one is repeated by coworkers, friends and news anchors. My mind only hears seven years to the day of Katrina, a storm that forever changed my life. Flashbacks of terror, turmoil and uncertainty paralyzed me. No one could understand, not even me. Glued to the geographically challenged Weather Channel, focus and productivity were as far away as my hometown.

Constant communications with my family made the distance all too real. Isaac’s winds raced through my roots with no less force than the thoughts and memories of Katrina that filled my mind as sleep became an inconvenience. It’s only a category one. Those words are meaningless to a displaced Mississippi girl who knows that winds mixed with water, mixed with the mass media’s inability to differentiate my home town from a parish in New Orleans, equals destruction and chaos regardless of category.  It is my family, my memories, my Mississippi.

Falling further and further into an abyss of fear and uncertainty, Isaac sends a message. It wasn’t email, letter or text, but a swift wind through Beaufort that delivered the tiniest of reminder. Mother Nature took a blow hundreds of miles away that left two orphans in my path.

 

 

Raised in an area where I had more animals than friends, more nature than neighbors I lack the ability to turn away from any suffering creature, great or small. Blessed with a heart and cursed with an over active impulse, I scooped up two badly bruised, ant covered, infant squirrels.

 

Walking into a dinner party, gala or overtly obvious gathering of importance, I lack any semblance of confidence. Proper dinner forks, small talk and political banter leave me bored and often in search of an elegant exit; however, let Mother Nature request my attendance and I will rise to the occasion. Two tiny orphans with no voice, no property and certainly no chance lay in my hands.

 

 

 

 


 

Years raising animals of all kinds, all deformities, all personalities and sizes were no match for this delicate dilemma. A sudden distraction from the destruction barreling towards my family pity turned proactive. No time for news, Cantore would have to wait. Luckily there are angels for even the smallest of souls.

 

Within moments, women of the not so wild came to my assistance. Power of experience, knowledge and the purest form of female intuition surrounded the victims of just a category one.

 

 

 

 

Isaac may have domain over my home state, my family but not here not now. These two squirrels will live. Jokes originate from those who have a way with the more civilized of creations. Why would anyone, especially several people stop their daily tasks to devote seemingly worthless effort into two tiny members of an overly populated species? Life is life is life, is it not?

Limp and fragile and highly dependent on the kindness of strangers, all the energy otherwise devoted to a storm I can’t control in an area I can’t reach turns toward the survival of Mother Nature’s delivery. Women, some I knew, some I didn’t gave no moment’s hesitation to the mission at hand. It was an orchestra of determination covered in a halo of hope.

After a dim diagnosis and affirmation of an untimely end, the otherwise unconnected lives of ordinary souls, tied together only by the winds of Isaac and the need to nurture, two of the tiniest of creatures were doused in care and nursed to survival.

 

 

Isaac blew through my hometown, my family and my state with repairable damage and recoverable loss. Winds reaching as far as Beaufort resulted in a reminder that even the wild requires a hand just as much as a hand requires the wild. Mother Nature spared my family, my friends and all that is familiar and I did my best to return the favor. Everything happens for a reason, after all.

 

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Comments (13)

Sheila Anderson
Referral Group Incorporated - East Brunswick, NJ
The Real Estate Whisperer Who Listens 732-715-1133

Oh my Mona. I too am blown awat by this and will now go over and say so and tell Cherimie. Thank you.

Sep 01, 2012 10:53 PM
Mona Gersky
MoonDancer Realty, Dillsboro,NC - Sylva, NC
GRI,IMSD-Taking the mystery out of real estate.

Sheila, I'm so glad to connect the two of you.

Sep 01, 2012 10:56 PM
John Pusa
Glendale, CA

Mona - This is very emotional. We are all blessed and connected by all creatures unexpectedly passes through our lives.

Sep 02, 2012 02:35 AM
Karen Anne Stone
New Home Hunters of Fort Worth and Tarrant County - Fort Worth, TX
Fort Worth Real Estate

Mona:  I have been subscribed to Cherimie's blog for several months, now.  She caught me by the heart-strings on another of her posts... and I have been a fan of her writings ever since.

She has such a way about her and how she shares her world.  I am glad you feel the same... as I thought you would.

By the way... just who IS the writer you feel Cherimie resembles?  And also... please share the names of those "who are the finest southern women writers" that you mentioned?  I am always looking to grow.  Thanks so much for a great lead-in to Cherimie's incredible post.

Sep 02, 2012 03:53 AM
Gay E. Rosen
Julia B. Fee Sotheby's International Realty - Larchmont, NY
As Real as Real Estate Gets!

Mona-  I too will pop over and visit Cherimie and pay my respects. It is so easy for us to sit and watch the news unfold, but how devastating it must be for those living it.

Sep 02, 2012 06:25 AM
Mona Gersky
MoonDancer Realty, Dillsboro,NC - Sylva, NC
GRI,IMSD-Taking the mystery out of real estate.

John, it was very emotional and heartwarming.  I love stories, especially true ones, that show such compassion.

Gosh Karen Anne...where do I start?  Cherimie's writing puts me in the scene so I guess that's what I'm talking about.  Women writers who make it so simple to embrace the locale in their stories...several come to mind...Alice Walker, Fannie Flagg, Gail Godwin, Anne Rice, Kate Chopin, Harper Lee - duh, Margaret Maron, Jesmyn Ward, Kaye Gibbons and Ellen Gilchrist just to name a few.  Not so much Eudora Welty and her cronies, all though I enjoy the writing sometimes the writing style is too cumbersome for my simple brain.

Thanks for introducing Cherimie to me.

Sep 02, 2012 06:26 AM
Mona Gersky
MoonDancer Realty, Dillsboro,NC - Sylva, NC
GRI,IMSD-Taking the mystery out of real estate.

Gay, that's it exactly.  Even with all this technology at our disposal, we rarely have the honor of sharing the event on such a personal level.

Sep 02, 2012 06:27 AM
Cherimie Crane
Cherimie Crane & Associates - Beaufort, SC

Mona,

I don't even know what to say and for me, that is rare. After a very long day at work, I come home to one of the highest compliments given. Thank you so much. Thank you. My cup runneth over.

Sep 02, 2012 09:17 AM
Cherimie Crane
Cherimie Crane & Associates - Beaufort, SC

Just so you know, your words have prompted me to respond to a publisher. I never thought of myself as an author, just a chatty Realtor with an interesting childhood, but never an author. Thank you for your words. It gave me enough confidence to make a call that self doubt otherwise prevented.

Sep 02, 2012 09:34 AM
Mona Gersky
MoonDancer Realty, Dillsboro,NC - Sylva, NC
GRI,IMSD-Taking the mystery out of real estate.

Cherimie, I'm so pleased that you commented.  Get rid of that self doubt and return that publisher's call...if you don't like the deal...call another one.  Congratulations and keep us posted about your first book!

Sep 02, 2012 12:21 PM
Kristin Hamilton CA REALTOR
Berkshire Hathaway California Realty - Beaumont, CA
(909) 557-6966- Specialize 55+ Communties Banning
Hi Mona, This is such a great post and what an angel Cherimie is. I especially love the picture of them drinking out of the bottles. The natural disasters that cause destruction in it's path and many suffer and not just people but the fish, domesticated animals and wildlife as well. Cherimie will be blessed for her kindness. Thanks for sharing.
Sep 02, 2012 01:57 PM
Mona Gersky
MoonDancer Realty, Dillsboro,NC - Sylva, NC
GRI,IMSD-Taking the mystery out of real estate.

Kristin, I hope you'll find the time to visit Cherimie's post yourself.  I'm looking forward to reading other pieces by her.

Sep 02, 2012 02:11 PM
Cherimie Crane
Cherimie Crane & Associates - Beaufort, SC

Mona,

This is what I wrote the day Isaac landed on the MS Gulf Coast, I was amazed that it caught the eye of anyone who actually knows what their doing in the literary world:)

http://actvra.in/H4D

Sep 03, 2012 01:11 AM