I looked through all the windows of the oldest building, the building where my father lived as a boarder, and I took this photo in the window. It shows one of the school buildings, the oak trees that know all the boys' secrets and the gazebo, the icon of Holy Cross. You might say the mist is from the tears in my eyes.
My dad was a boarder, Class of 48. He told many stories about the 3rd floor of that building.
Jacques Couret HC 1991
21-Feb-2007 19:29
The house my dad grew up in -- gone. The house my mom grew up in -- gone. Many of my favorite restaruants and hangouts -- gone.
But the loss of HC's old campus hurts me more than anything. I know several years of the long story those oak trees have seen. Believe me, we HC Tigers have those same tears in our hearts when we look at your pictures. I feel blessed to have gone to HC long before Katrina. It was such an honor and pleasure to be a student there and enjoy that gorgeous old campus. We knew we had something special there, and we were damn proud of it.