2002- Chicago Changes

The Chicago American Planning Association Conference took place two months before our wedding. I would call Chicago a significant time for me. I’ll get to the point with this one.

1. I learned that Chicago has the most extreme weather of any place I have ever visited (“Cussin’ Cold” during the beginning of the week and hot as hades during the latter part).

2. It was the last conference where my name badge would read, “Sheryse Grant.”

3. It was the last conference that ‘Ms. A,’ ‘Ms. M,’ and I would attend a conference together.

4. We actually went to that night club that caught fire nine months later resulting in a deadly stampede.

5. I learned that Frank Lloyd Wright was a brilliant architect thanks to an awesome mobile workshop.

6. From the park to the hotel is an especially long walk…especially if you walk in the wrong direction.

7. I learned that Long Island Iced Tea is not my friend.

8. Most importantly, I was surrounded by people who love me, and I love them.

That’s pretty much all I have for that one…

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Professional Conferences can be Life Changing

Planning PhotoThis week, Urban and Regional Planners from all over the country will be traveling to Chicago to attend the American Planning Association Conference. My good friend, ‘Ms A.’ from our friendship circle will be the only one of us in attendance this year. I have fond memories of these conferences because for me, they are where some life changing moments have occurred. If you have read my novel and know me personally, then you know that the main character, Lauren Malone has some similarities to Yours Truly. The biggest coincidence is our planning background. In commemorating the release of “The Promise of Palmettos,” I thought that it might be fun to blog this week about my own conference experiences, while the conference is in session. I have always enjoyed the APA conferences. For me it was an excellent way to make connections. It is where I have met friends. It’s where I found my first planning position, which was in Anderson County, South Carolina (Yes, I actually lived in the Up Country for a while!). I even met my would-be husband at a conference. Most importantly, I became engaged during an APA Conference.

I find it amazing how far everything has come since my first conference. Before, when you couldn’t make the event, you would have to catch up with friends who attended in order to get the low down, and it was usually pretty eventful. These days you can get a minute-by-minute update via Twitter! How amazing is that? You can find the American Planning Association Twitter Updates on #APA13. I’ll also be recalling memories from the Planning and the Black Community Division, of which I was once a member. Follow them on Twitter #PBCD13.

So if you are a Land Use Planner and you are tuning into my blog, I am inviting you to post your own planning memories in the comment section.

Palmetto Homes… Where are They?

When I was at the University of New Orleans working on my Masters in Planning, I had the coolest job as a Graduate Assistant. My job was to film all of the homes in the unique New Orleans neighborhoods. The purpose was to link these images to the Geographic Information System Map (GIS is the more familiar term) of the city in order to keep track of the city’s housing stock. It allowed us to locate areas of increased blight as well. While driving along the streets filming, I would fall in love with the actual homes itself. They were so unique, historic, and nothing like I had ever seen before. Sure there were historic homes in Savannah but there was something about the architectural detail of the homes I found in New Orleans on the doors, windows, porches, and overall structure that would take breath away. There were different types of homes to choose from – Creole Cottages, Cottages with a Raised Center, Shotgun, Double Galleries, Raised Basement Bungalow, and the American Townhomes. My favorites are the Creole Cottages. I have always wanted to purchase one to rehab and rent out one side while living in the other when I would return to the city for a visit. I’m still hoping to be able to do that. I was actually explaining this GIS work the other day when the person asked me if I took this housing inventory before or after Katrina. No sooner did the words leave her mouth did I realize that there was a good chance that those homes in the database that I helped to build were either no longer there or had sustained a lot of damage. I was instantly saddened by that thought. The style and quality of those homes cannot be duplicated. The hope that I have now is that perhaps those records of those homes in its original state survived providing evidence of their once existance.

So travel about 700 miles to the east and we come to a small island off the coast of South Carolina, that has its own history. We’ve talked about the culture and language, but what about the original structures? In spite of how long Hilton Head has been inhabited, very few original structures still remain. I ask the question where did they go? Did the storms take them or were they just replaced by something newer with little regard to its historical signifigance? I remember when I was small on my grandparents’ land there still sat the house where my father had grown up. The family had since moved into a newer dwelling next door, but the original house sat empty. Of course my cousins weren’t allowed within smelling distance of the front door as there could have been structural issues and it was more than likely a new home for the “critters.” I don’t even want to think about the boatload of trouble we would have been in if we disobeyed and ventured inside. I vaguely remember what this house looked like. I think it was wooden, white, and had a porch on the front. The structure was perhaps deeper than it was wide, which meant that the rooms probably extended towards the back of the home. If I had to guess, this house was as good of an example of Low Country architecture as any. Definitely historic. I can’t even pinpoint the time it was taken down. At the time, it wasn’t popular to keep a home that was no longer being used. And rehab? What was that? So it’s gone and the land where it had been looks like nothing had ever been there. I don’t even know if there are pictures. How many original homes of Native Islanders have built and demolished? How many remain? The homes that told the story of the island are now gone. And the land shows no evidence of it even having been there.