I'm not even going to tell you about what we found in the fridge...

We were finally able to go back to Galveston last Wednesday. Our friend Ben came with us and we drove in his truck, "blue", and pulled a U-Haul trailer. We saved as much as we could, but pretty much lost all the furniture. We were blessed that no important papers or pictures were lost. Not to mention that we did not own the place where we were living. The biggest loss for us was the old '90 Toyota Camry that had been flooded.
It was a lot of work to clean everything up that we did save, when we got it back to San Antonio, but it became easy when my friend Alisha worked right by me the whole time and recruited six missionaries to come over. A Sister in Alisha's ward recruited six other Sisters to help wash all the clothes, bedding and towels we recovered. We have been so touched by the outpouring of offers to help and donated clothing and other things, and many by people we don't even know. We are so grateful for our friends that are letting us stay with them for this extended period of time (probably two monts). I know we are soooo fortunate. Many of the residents of Galveston don't have the same kind of support system through family and church that we have. It was saddening to be on the island and realize that the reporters' photos were not exaggerated. Here are some of our own pictures. These are mild compared to the damage many other's had. Our apartment only got six inches of flooding. These are pictures of some of the mold that grew up on the furniture and walls: