The Mississippi Gulf Coast, although not glamorous or glitzy, does have its charms. I always enjoy a day or weekend poking along the waterfront here – walking along the beaches or trying our luck a rickety fishing pier. We did not live here before or during the Katrina days so I can only imagine how things “used to be.” From the solitary still-standing front stoops of homes and empty paved driveways leading to grassy fields with blooming daffodils once strategically planted along somebody’s front garden, I can only get a small feeling for what these former neighborhoods used to look like. Sort of.
Recently while exploring a few of these coastal towns, I found myself gathering bits of what appear to be old tiles – probably from bathroom floors and painted walls of former shops or houses. Each piece telling its own story – I had a hard time putting them down. Collectively, they stitch a battered town back together. I envision a mosaic tiled project, or even a fabric piece with many vintage scraps restitched together to replicate the town’s fragmented past. I think I’ll get back there soon again to collect a few more bits and memories.