Georgia Osten

Georgia is a very special part of our family, she and Tom continue to remind us that family provides life's greatest riches, I love them both very much. Here are the thoughts Georgia shared after Ike.

"Growing up in Port Arthur, I've been 'playing' at Crystal Beach since the mid 60's. My initial experience of actually living in CB was when my first child was 10 days old (mid 70’s) and we moved in with my Mother and Granny on Monkhouse (by the water tower).

Life often takes bends and curves …
Many happenings, many moves later and SO many memories, 2 more children and 3 grand children later, we’ve made a full circle. Going back to our roots, we bought our ‘future’ retirement home. It’s a lovely little house on Olive, it even looks like an olive, it’s green w/ red shutters.
We leave the big city every Friday to return to our little piece of paradise we call Home. Our home is serene and filled with treasures, too numerous to list. The walls and the inside stairs are lined with family pictures. The children’s hand prints in plaster are hanging in the kitchen tied with pretty ribbons. The sea glass we found sit in jars around the kitchen and the sharks teeth on the window sill.
I will miss waking up early to try to catch the sunrise, sitting on my deck, visiting with my neighbors most of whom I know by first name only, Greg, Belinda and Joe, Bob, Rick, Jim, Cheryl, Gary, Hugh and Sally. From the aerial photos, it appears their houses are still there, I hope we will all be together again. From the deck, we would watch the turtles from the slew trek over to our yard to lay their eggs. We’d watch the silly loons swaying in unison on the telephone lines above the slew, the pelicans as they ever so gracefully glide over the water then just as clumsily dive in for their snacks. With the grandkids, we had great intentions of catching crabs with our chicken necks on strings and crab nets, then we’d end up going to Comeaux’s in Bolivar to buy a few dozen. Everyone wanted to know how to clean the crabs, but ironically they were never around when cleaning occurred? The last thing on my agenda at the end of the evening was to look out at the moon and be thankful my children were “seeing the same moon.” My Cup Runneth Over
I will miss having Bop right down the beach from us, his house was taken away. I hope Mama’s dove is keeping an eye on everything for us until we can return.
The reality of our situation hurts. I refuse to believe that we ALL will never rebuild our Paradise. I pray for those who have lost their family members, homes and treasures. I pray our peninsula is not forgotten and abandoned."