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Monday, September 17, 2012

Before AC, New Orleanians adapted


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Hurricane Isaac's power trip calls to mind days before air-conditioning

John Pope, The Times-Picayune 
Two weeks ago, as hundreds of thousands of people swore, sweated and suffered after Hurricane Isaac knocked out their electricity, two questions kept coming to mind: When will the power come back? And how did our ancestors survive New Orleans' sultry summers without air-conditioning?
1954: Cooling off in the lake
EnlargeOn July 4, 1954, New Orleanians kept cool in the waters of Lake Pontchartrain.Living without air conditioning: a historic look gallery (7 photos)
The latter query has answers that involve a combination of features, including lightweight clothing, blocks of ice insulated in sawdust, plenty of cooling baths, primitive means of stirring the air, and architectural features such as transoms, shaded verandas and high ceilings that were designed to keep people as comfortable as possible.
Affluent New Orleanians simply fled the city for second homes in less torrid environments upriver, across Lake Pontchartrain or along the Gulf Coast. For those who stayed behind, schedules were adjusted so that business, shopping and social calls were carried out in the early mornings and late afternoons, when the mercury was slightly lower, with a break around midday for a light lunch and a nap.
After dark, New Orleanians could hop aboard a train nicknamed Smoky Mary to ride to the Lakefront, near the area now occupied by the University of New Orleans, for an outdoor seafood dinner, accompanied by lake-borne breezes. People who didn't -- or couldn't -- spring for a train ride and dinner strolled along the levee in hopes of catching some gentle gusts.
'People perspired a lot'
Despite all these efforts to make life bearable, "it was hot," said Ann Masson, an architectural historian who has conducted extensive research into the way 18th- and 19th-century New Orleanians lived and coped.
In un-air-conditioned times, daily life could be tough. In his 1851 book, "The Manhattaner in New Orleans," A. Oakley Hall wrote that the summertime sun struck the Crescent City "with a power as if the atmosphere was all filled with concave lenses of which New Orleans was the focus."
As a result of the intense, inescapable heat, "people perspired a lot," Masson said. "Everybody perspired, and everybody was kind of damp. They complained, but I think people were accustomed to it."
There was, she said, one aspect of New Orleans life in the pre-air-conditioned age that helped people accept the seasonal heat: They had no experience with the sharp contrast contemporary New Orleanians face when they forsake the comfort of a cool building or car and step into an outdoor environment that seems as infernally hot as a blast furnace.
In other words, regardless of where people went then, it was hot. "The lack of an alternative environment makes people incredibly tolerant," Tulane University geographer Richard Campanella said. "It's a question of relative expectations, I suppose."
Lighting clothing, furnishings
Adjustments to the climate started with lighter clothing: seersucker and white-linen suits for men and hoop skirts for women. In the days before antiperspirants, people who cared about how they smelled used perfume to mask the smell of sweat, and clothes had built-in shields to absorb sweat and keep it from ruining the garments.
"The shields would absorb some of the perspiration, but at 2 o'clock on a July afternoon in New Orleans, what could help you?" Masson said. "When you see antique clothing from the mid-19th century, it is so deteriorated from perspiration that the areas under the sleeves were replaced several times."
Summertime transformations took place throughout the home. Starting in late spring and early summer, heavy curtains came down and were replaced by draperies made of lighter fabrics, such as lace, muslin or a thin cotton fabric known as dimity, Masson said.
Besides being lighter, these less expensive furnishings, which also covered chairs, meant that the showier items weren't exposed to dust or to damage by sun and rain. They also maximized air flow because there was less material to impede cross-ventilation, said Carolyn Bercier, curator of Gallier and Hermann-Grima historic houses in the French Quarter.
Cross-ventilation was key
Cross-ventilation was a key point in house design then, she said. "Houses were designed to have cross-ventilation from front to back, and furniture was placed so you wouldn't block air flow. In the 19th century, you always arranged furniture so you have maximum air flow, whether it looked good or not. If the bed placement looked bizarre, it didn't matter. You wanted the air to move back and forth."
Heavy bedding and thick wool carpets were removed in the warmer months, and straw matting was the floor covering of choice. To protect carpets from insect damage during the summer, Masson said, they were rolled up with items such as tobacco, peppercorns, camphor and bay leaves.
Because windows were opened to let in more air, fancy items such as mirrors, picture frames and chandeliers were draped in muslin to prevent fly specks, Masson said.
At night, people slept under mosquito netting. For most of the 19th century, before scientists showed that the insects transmit malaria and yellow fever, they were regarded merely as annoyances instead of disease vectors. And the insects were pervasive, Masson said, citing an observation by a 19th-century levee stroller who said, "There were so many mosquitoes swarming around the head of one man that it looked like a top hat."
Bathtubs full of ice
Although Dr. John Gorrie of Florida didn't have a cure for yellow fever in 1844, he did patent a machine that circulated chilled air around people with the disease, said Pamela Arceneaux, senior librarian and rare-books curator at The Historic New Orleans Collection's Williams Research Center.
Ice arrived in New Orleans in the early 19th century, and it became immensely popular, Masson said. "At Houmas House, even the bathtubs had ice in them."
The city had an ice-storage facility in 1819, Arceneaux said, but it didn't have a manufacturing plant until 1864, two years after a Union blockade had put a halt to river-borne ice shipments to the city.
By the 19th century, ice cream and sorbets were popular, and hand-cranked ice-cream freezers were available in the 1840s.
In summers, people tried to keep from overheating their homes by cooking as little as possible, generally on Sundays, and living on leftovers for the rest of the week, Masson said. Early iceboxes helped keep the food from spoiling.
Some culinary historians have theorized that one reason for the popularity of spicy seasonings in south Louisiana was that they raised body temperature, thereby increasing natural cooling through perspiration, Arceneaux said.
During antebellum dinners in an affluent home, the heavy air might be stirred by a punkah, a canvas-covered frame suspended from the ceiling that was moved back and forth over the dining-room table by a servant -- or, more likely, a slave -- who stood in a corner and pulled a rope, Ned Hémard wrote in a column for the New Orleans Bar Association's website.
The first ceiling fans
The first wave of electrification occurred in the 1880s, Campanella said, when ceiling fans were installed in shops, restaurants and saloons. Even though they merely moved the hot air around, they drew customers because they were novelties, he said.
A belt-operated system of fans linked by pulleys and belts was on display at the World's Industrial and Cotton Centennial Exposition in 1884 in what is now Audubon Park, Hémard said. After the fair, the system, featuring a lederhosen-clad mannequin named Ludwig turning a crank, was installed at Kolb's Restaurant on St. Charles Avenue.
Starting in the 1920s, Campanella said, theaters started touting systems that cooled summertime moviegoers, generally by using big fans that blew over blocks of ice and spread the cool air into the auditoriums.
After World War II, he said, window air-conditioning units began to appear, and houses were no longer designed with cross-ventilation as a prime asset.
It was, Bercier said, a realization that hit her during the five days her house was without electricity. Without anything to make the air flow through, she said, "you're just sitting in a room with dead air."
It is still common to encounter older people who speak fondly about neighborhood activity in the days before air-conditioning and television drew people indoors, said Campanella, a professor of practice at Tulane's School of Architecture.
But, he said, "I really can't say I've heard people reminisce about the good old days when they were sitting inside an 88-degree house at night."
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John Pope can be reached at jpope@timespicayune.com or 504.826.3317.

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Monday, July 30, 2012

Mid-summer heat is crushing

This is a crumpled cat.
These are the dog days of summer when you have to ask yourself: Is this really where you want to live? Or maybe you should get a summer cottage on an island in the middle of Lake Superior.

Today, I received an e-mailed weather alert. It said something about 110 degrees. I didn't want to know more, so decided I would hide out most of the day. Even so, my small, window air conditioners are having a tough time keeping up.

I swam in Audubon Park pool Sunday afternoon, but couldn't even dry off in the sun five minutes, the heat was so intense. I'm fair complected with little tolerance for heat. The line at Hansen's Sno-Bliz rounded the block. I haven't eaten a snowball since college, but that day was surely the day to do it.

I drove down to the Quarter later in the afternoon to make a special purchase at an art gallery, thinking I might stroll around and enjoy a cocktail at Napoleon House. But by the time I found my gift and walked around two blocks, I was finished! There was plenty of on-street parking available, going to show most sensible people were sitting in front of their TVs watching the summer Olympics. Let those other, fit folks exude the energy. I'm just going home to wilt.

I swore when I moved back here, I wouldn't complain about the summers. But when you live in NOLA, around this time, you start visualizing the waters in the Gulf heating up. I read that the temperature of the water just needs to rise a half point for a hurricane to form. But it takes a lot of heat for a big body of water like that to rise just one degree. I think we're going to do it, despite almost daily torrential rains.

So, it is a good time to catch up on reading or cleaning out drawers and file cabinets. Or, like Mojo, take one long, relaxing nap. Whatever you do, don't go outside! Not without an umbrella, at least, rain or shine. And not till after sundown.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Spread the rain around!

Photo:  Chris Granger, Times-Picayune
With 42 states suffering from drought, it really does seem unfair that New Orleans is getting so much more rain that it deserves. Corn cobs are withering on the stalks in Illinois while we literally bathe in excessive precipitation. We don't need it all - we've got the Mississippi.

I was hoping to go for a swim on Thursday when a deafening clap of thunder caused me to leap out of the lap lane for the ladder. The lifeguards cried out as a bolt of lightening flooded the sky. That was the start of a two-day deluge. I tried again later that afternoon, but gave up on swimming as the rain continued.

On Friday, we experienced 5-1/2 inches of rain! There were as many as 700 lightening strikes in the span of 15 minutes, the Times-Picayune reported.

I got e-mail notifications of canceled meetings, closed schools and other consequences. My graphic designer and I made use of the time to have a phone meeting while she was trapped in her car waiting for the water to subside.

I was scheduled for a noon lunch date at a Magazine bistro, but my companion called to say she wasn't sure if she could make it through the flooded streets. Peeking outside, I noticed my own street draining nicely, but the power had gone out at the restaurant a few blocks away. Well, let's wait an hour and see if they reopen before we reschedule, I said.

She called in a bit after finding another eatery with a functioning kitchen further down Magazine. We gladly sloshed over there and found it full of diners. Nothing can keep us Louisiananians from a fine lunch!

Friday, December 2, 2011

It's only a bit cooler in New Orleans

If the climate change deniers still have their doubts, flowering trees are blooming. The trees "think" it is spring. Actually, the roses are quite nice. They're hardy, so can tolerate a cool night if they're getting sun during the day. I really don't mind it as I can still take a pleasant run around the park or walk down to St. Charles along State Street as I did last night, enjoying the Christmas lights, and I'm quite comfortable wearing a hoodie.

A friend from Rhode Island who's planning to visit in January asked about the weather. I told her last month, if it is any clue, I've got the AC running.

All this is good news for homeless people and Occupiers, I suppose, and maybe folks who live in Traverse City, but I'm not sure Eskimos and polar bears would agree. You're not supposed to have hibiscus in bloom at the same time as poinsettias, but there you have it.

That doesn't stop anybody from wearing knee-high boots and long scarves. We're still fashionable!

Monday, September 5, 2011

A great day for ducks

Photo: Rusty Costanza, Times-Picayune
We are feeling pretty soggy, following three straight days of rain. After being house-bound so long, I decided to take a rainy walk around the park.

The lagoon is overflowing its banks and the No Fishing sign almost submerged. Birds are chirping and ducks quacking, however, so it's clear that foul weather suits all types of fowl.

I saw a couple gathering Spanish moss (what for?) and folks walking across the golf course on paths usually restricted to golfers, presumably reassured they wouldn't be conked in the head by a golf ball today. Plus the usual walkers and joggers. It is unseasonably and pleasantly cool.

Photo: Michael DeMocker
Times-Picayune


Up on the river bank, I noted a swiftly flowing current. A U.S. Coast Guard cruiser was traveling upstream, perhaps monitoring the condition of the levees. I'd never before seen the Coast Guard on the Mississippi. Amazingly, a spirited match was taking place in the slick grass of the new soccer field.

Major flooding occured at the lakefront, but from the photos, seems like it didn't stop residents from having fun.
Photo: Michael DeMocker, Times-Picayune



Saturday, September 3, 2011

Lord, make it stop!

An entire month without rain was a bit much, especially in Louisiana where the annual rainfall is 64 inches. Only Mobile, Ala., and Pensacola, Fla., get more precipitation. Even my St. Aug grass was turning brown.

When I tried to go for a swim in Audubon pool Friday, a sign on the gate noted: Pool closed until further notice due to low water pressure. I bet the pressure's back up now!

After listening to the flag flapping crazily in violent gusts of wind last night, I put a slicker over my nightgown and took it off the front-porch pole. In the middle of the night, I went outside wearing the slicker again, climbed up a step stool and removed the wind chimes, which were driving me (and probably the neighbors) batty.

Several weather alerts had registered on my mobile phone this morning, including tornado warnings. When I checked online, a warning advised me to go to the lowest part of the house and stay there 'till 10 p.m. I really didn't care to sit in the bathtub all day, so blocked out that message. So far, no twisters.

The news this morning predicted 20 inches of rain. That's a third of our annual rainfall in one weekend? Water in the street was up to the chassis at 8 a.m.  The Internet and A/C are still working.

I noted that Southern Jefferson Parish is being evacuated - that would be lowlands closer to the Gulf.

Thought I might make it to Walgreens around the corner or the bank, assuming they're open, but then another blast of rain hit. Guess those errands can wait! Winn-Dixie was crowded yesterday and the checkout clerks exhausted. Bottled water was almost sold out. We all got through the lines and planned for a long weekend of TV, books and cooking.

Lee is just a tropical storm, not a hurricane #1, 2, 3 or 4.  New York and Vermont experienced a one. Katrina was category three. That gives you some idea of what's in store with increased global warming.

So much for the weekend trip to the beach. If I can slog over to the strip mall, it'll be an adventure!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Cool off down south

It is a record 108 degrees in Newark and 104 in New York City, but the temperature in New Orleans this morning is a balmy 84. I don't know how to account for this, but I'm not pressing my luck. I'm just truly grateful.

When I read Mayor Daley had been altering building construction in Chicago to allow for climate change that would raise that city's annual temperatures up to those of the Gulf states, I could only wonder what that might mean for New Orleans. So far, however, our summer weather is pretty much the way it's always been - (90/90) hot and humid. I remember having a conversation several years ago with a former New Orleans resident who described it as "ax murderer" weather. The heat does try your patience. But that's why we take it slower during the summer months.

Photo credit: Times-Picayune
For a few weeks this season, it stopped raining. Now, that was scary. Blistering sunshine and no rain. A friend called New Orleans a "humid desert."

Thirty years ago, it rained like clockwork for about 15 minutes every afternoon. If you were outside when the skies opened up, you'd be drenched because it would be a real downpour. Not a problem if you dressed right.  All my clothes were cotton and I wore only Dr. Scholl's wooden sandals. Leather shoes would soon rot. Hair in a ponytail or stuffed in a hat. Long lines at the snowball shops.

Thank God, we've had a couple of really good rains. The West Bank got six inches in a few hours and had to practically shut down. I was able to stay home and enjoy listening to the sound. The next day, the the Audubon pool was delightfully cool to swim laps and everyone seemed more relaxed.

In the past couple of weeks, I've even left the doors ajar at night. Shotgun houses have cross-ventilation to allow the breeze to pass through. Mojo has been transfixed, gazing out the screen door and listening to the cicadas. She escaped one evening and had a marvelous romp with her feral friend, Linx. Rolling in the thick grass. nibbling on flowers and knocking over a flower pot. Mojo would duck under the iron fence every time I tried to grab her, so I just let her have fun. She's got on flea medication - a must. At 3 a.m., I opened the front door to find her ready to come home. She slept the entire next day, exhausted.
My neighbor, Anthony, taking a breather





When the temperature drops below 85, everyone sits on their front porch to take it all in. We have porches and screen doors, just like in the 1950s, and we use them. It's sociable because you see everyone passing by - walking their dogs, riding their bicycles or just strolling around the neighborhood, taking a look around.

It's not like New York or Chicago where, if you sit on a restaurant patio, you always have to smell the nasty city air. Here, we've got lots of flowering trees and shrubs so there's always a pleasant scent to inhale.

Last week, when the air was just warm, I took a nice walk to the mailbox about a half-mile away. I passed a beautiful old home with a small front yard. Three little kids were giggling, playing in the sprinkler. Boy, does that bring back memories. Mom sat on the front porch, keeping an eye on them.

Their games did not require high technology.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

In NOLA, a good weatherman is a king

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WWL-TV meteorologist dead at 92

Times-Picayune Staff By Times-Picayune Staff 
For more than 50 years, Gulf Coast weather-watchers relied on Mr. Roberts to tell them where tropical storms would come ashore.
From before Hurricane Betsy in 1965 to beyond Hurricane Georges in 1998, Mr. Roberts was widely considered the region's most authoritative source for hurricane news.
And in the age of Super Doppler and satellite imagery, there remained for hundreds of thousands of New Orleanians a great sense of relief in seeing Mr. Roberts on screen with his throwback bulletin-board-style weather map and felt-tip pens.
"He was old school, but you know what? I miss that," said Bob Breck, chief meteorologist at Fox affiliate WVUE-Channel 8 and a feisty competitor for many years.
Breck said he admired Mr. Roberts' independent approach to forecasting big storms.
"I think Nash wasn't afraid to fail. He trusted his instincts and he just followed his gut. I think that's what people remember him for.
"He was just a man who was a giant of the industry."
Even after his retirement from WWL-TV's nightly newscasts in 1984, Mr. Roberts would reappear on Channel 4 whenever a serious storm entered the Gulf of Mexico.
Bruce Katz, chief meteorologist at WGNO-Channel 26, grew up in New Orleans watching Mr. Roberts' forecasts and hurricane calls.
"He was kind of the inspiration for me doing what I do," Katz said. "Growing up in New Orleans, Nash was the guy. Before the advent of cable TV and satellites, he was the guy everybody turned to.
"He was the legend."
What viewers saw from Mr. Roberts, Katz added, was information and a presentation style from an era that predated today's sophisticated technology.
"His big marker board, the magnetic highs and lows -- it was well before computer technology," Katz said. "You didn't have the data modeling. The science was evolving back then, and he made that interesting."
Mike Hoss, news anchor and interim news director at WWL, came to town in 1989 as a sports anchor well after Mr. Roberts' reputation and loyal following were established.
"Affinity toward him was so strong; it made you, as an outsider, immediately take notice," Hoss said. "And certainly from a technology standpoint, with the greaseboard and the marker, you immediately (and) ever after took notice.
"He spoke to all ages, genders, races, across the board."
In July 2001, Mr. Roberts announced his full retirement, setting aside his black markers to care for his ailing wife, Lydia.
"I actually prayed that I would outlive her, so that I could take care of her," Nash told WWL news anchor Angela Hill at the time. "That's how it's working out."
Mr. Roberts' career in meteorology began in 1946, when he started a private weathercasting service after teaching meteorology at Loyola University and serving as a navigator and meteorologist for the Navy during World War II.
For Texaco and other clients in the oil and gas industry, Mr. Roberts watched the weather over marshes, on the coast and in the Gulf.
In 1951, he began appearing on WDSU as the region's first regular TV weatherman.
Mr. Roberts told Hill in the 2001 interview that he was enticed into the job when he was told about a Chicago forecaster's $80,000 annual salary.
Commenting on Mr. Roberts' premiere, New Orleans Item columnist Ted Liuzza wrote, "He's so unassuming and un-actorish that when he hails you with a shy 'good evening,' you feel like calling back, 'hello.' "
Mr. Roberts cemented his reputation with local viewers by making bull's-eye landfall predictions for Hurricanes Audrey in 1957, Betsy in 1965 and Camille in 1969.
After 22 years with WDSU, Mr. Roberts moved to WVUE, where he stayed until joining WWL in 1978.
Breck had the daunting task of following Mr. Roberts at WVUE, and competing against him after that.
"I was brought to this town to replace Nash," Breck said. "I wanted to beat the old man."
But Breck said he was deeply moved by Mr. Roberts' final retirement in 2001 to care for Lydia.
"He left the love of broadcasting to care for the love of his life," Breck said. "If there's any kind of thing that people should remember about Nash was that he had character. People trusted him."
Mr. Roberts' accurate prediction that Hurricane Georges in 1998 would make landfall east of New Orleans, while all the computer models and other television stations were still insisting Georges would drift to the west, earned him national attention.
"As long as Roberts and his Magic Markers are exclusive to WWL," The Times-Picayune wrote after Georges, "Channel 4 will remain the only place to get an answer to the first hurricane-related question asked by anyone who's lived in New Orleans for any length of time: 'What's Nash say?' "
Mr. Roberts and his wife stayed in town for every hurricane -- he at the station, she at home in Metairie -- until Hurricane Katrina.
Mr. Roberts told Times-Picayune TV columnist Dave Walker in 2006 that it was a joke on his block: During a hurricane threat, neighbors would wait for his wife's car to leave before they'd evacuate. Until Katrina, it never happened.
"I left my wife at home, and she rode out every one of them right here," Mr. Roberts said. "I wouldn't have let that happen if I thought it was dangerous. The story in the neighborhood was, 'I'm staying here unless I look out the window and Lydia's car is gone. If Nash tells Lydia to leave, we're all leaving.' "
Katrina, which struck when Mr. Roberts was fully retired, was different.
"For the first time in 60 years, I evacuated," Mr. Roberts said in 2006. "I was pretty sure the thing was coming in here. What convinced me that I better get out was the fact that I knew it was going to be a wet system. It was huge in size, driving a lot of water ahead of it. With my wife, with the condition she's in, I said, 'We'd better get out of here.' ''
The couple evacuated from their Metairie home to Baton Rouge for two months. Their home sustained minimal damage.
"As soon as they would let me, I went to the gap in the 17th Street Canal and looked it over, and then I worked my way through Lakeview and lower New Orleans," Mr. Roberts told Walker. "It just was breathtaking, spooky. To go through neighborhoods and never see anybody, just a bunch of old beat-up cars and nobody living in any of the houses."
Despite occasional pangs of professional nostalgia, Mr. Roberts said he was glad he wasn't at WWL's studio tracking Katrina's path to town via squeaky pen and wipe-board.
"The truth of the whole matter is I'm glad I wasn't on for this," he said. "It would've been a very, very trying and tiring ordeal. My method of fooling with these storms is I lock onto 'em and just stay with 'em 24 hours a day, seven days a week, until they're gone, and that is extremely arduous.
"But I could've done very little for anybody with this storm except do what I did. I left (with Lydia) on Saturday."
Lydia Roberts died in 2007, according to WWL. The couple had been married more than 60 years.
Mr. Roberts figured prominently in a 2006 book from Kensington Publishing, "Roar of the Heavens: Surviving Hurricane Camille," by Stefan Bechtel.
"A wonderful man," Bechtel said. "Kind of courtly, gentlemanly. We spent quite a long time talking, and he started making me little maps with what is now a rather shaky hand, like a football coach calling the plays."
To WWL's Hoss, Mr. Roberts' longevity on local airwaves was as remarkable as his forecasting prowess.
"You don't get to do five decades if you aren't respected," Hoss said. "You don't get to do five decades unless you do it right.
"Quite frankly, he did it right."
Survivors include two sons, Kenneth and Nash Roberts III; three brothers; and four grandchildren, WWL said.
Funeral arrangements are incomplete.
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TV Columnist Dave Walker contributed to this article, which was prepared by staff writer Stephanie Stokes.
Legendary TV weatherman Nash C. Roberts Jr., revered as much for his calm, level-headed presence as the accuracy of his hurricane path projections, has died at age 92, WWL-TV has reported.
meteorologist Nash Roberts dies at 92 EnlargeVideo capture photo courtesy of WWL-TV--Nash Roberts, retired weather forecaster at WWL-TVmeteorologist Nash Roberts dies at 92 gallery (8 photos)
For more than 50 years, Gulf Coast weather-watchers relied on Mr. Roberts to tell them where tropical storms would come ashore.
From before Hurricane Betsy in 1965 to beyond Hurricane Georges in 1998, Mr. Roberts was widely considered the region's most authoritative source for hurricane news.
And in the age of Super Doppler and satellite imagery, there remained for hundreds of thousands of New Orleanians a great sense of relief in seeing Mr. Roberts on screen with his throwback bulletin-board-style weather map and felt-tip pens.
"He was old school, but you know what? I miss that," said Bob Breck, chief meteorologist at Fox affiliate WVUE-Channel 8 and a feisty competitor for many years.
Breck said he admired Mr. Roberts' independent approach to forecasting big storms.
"I think Nash wasn't afraid to fail. He trusted his instincts and he just followed his gut. I think that's what people remember him for.
"He was just a man who was a giant of the industry."
Even after his retirement from WWL-TV's nightly newscasts in 1984, Mr. Roberts would reappear on Channel 4 whenever a serious storm entered the Gulf of Mexico.
Bruce Katz, chief meteorologist at WGNO-Channel 26, grew up in New Orleans watching Mr. Roberts' forecasts and hurricane calls.
"He was kind of the inspiration for me doing what I do," Katz said. "Growing up in New Orleans, Nash was the guy. Before the advent of cable TV and satellites, he was the guy everybody turned to.
"He was the legend."
What viewers saw from Mr. Roberts, Katz added, was information and a presentation style from an era that predated today's sophisticated technology.
"His big marker board, the magnetic highs and lows -- it was well before computer technology," Katz said. "You didn't have the data modeling. The science was evolving back then, and he made that interesting."
Mike Hoss, news anchor and interim news director at WWL, came to town in 1989 as a sports anchor well after Mr. Roberts' reputation and loyal following were established.
"Affinity toward him was so strong; it made you, as an outsider, immediately take notice," Hoss said. "And certainly from a technology standpoint, with the greaseboard and the marker, you immediately (and) ever after took notice.
"He spoke to all ages, genders, races, across the board."
In July 2001, Mr. Roberts announced his full retirement, setting aside his black markers to care for his ailing wife, Lydia.
"I actually prayed that I would outlive her, so that I could take care of her," Nash told WWL news anchor Angela Hill at the time. "That's how it's working out."
Mr. Roberts' career in meteorology began in 1946, when he started a private weathercasting service after teaching meteorology at Loyola University and serving as a navigator and meteorologist for the Navy during World War II.
For Texaco and other clients in the oil and gas industry, Mr. Roberts watched the weather over marshes, on the coast and in the Gulf.
In 1951, he began appearing on WDSU as the region's first regular TV weatherman.
Mr. Roberts told Hill in the 2001 interview that he was enticed into the job when he was told about a Chicago forecaster's $80,000 annual salary.
Commenting on Mr. Roberts' premiere, New Orleans Item columnist Ted Liuzza wrote, "He's so unassuming and un-actorish that when he hails you with a shy 'good evening,' you feel like calling back, 'hello.' "
Mr. Roberts cemented his reputation with local viewers by making bull's-eye landfall predictions for Hurricanes Audrey in 1957, Betsy in 1965 and Camille in 1969.
After 22 years with WDSU, Mr. Roberts moved to WVUE, where he stayed until joining WWL in 1978.
Breck had the daunting task of following Mr. Roberts at WVUE, and competing against him after that.
"I was brought to this town to replace Nash," Breck said. "I wanted to beat the old man."
But Breck said he was deeply moved by Mr. Roberts' final retirement in 2001 to care for Lydia.
"He left the love of broadcasting to care for the love of his life," Breck said. "If there's any kind of thing that people should remember about Nash was that he had character. People trusted him."
Mr. Roberts' accurate prediction that Hurricane Georges in 1998 would make landfall east of New Orleans, while all the computer models and other television stations were still insisting Georges would drift to the west, earned him national attention.
"As long as Roberts and his Magic Markers are exclusive to WWL," The Times-Picayune wrote after Georges, "Channel 4 will remain the only place to get an answer to the first hurricane-related question asked by anyone who's lived in New Orleans for any length of time: 'What's Nash say?' "
Mr. Roberts and his wife stayed in town for every hurricane -- he at the station, she at home in Metairie -- until Hurricane Katrina.
Mr. Roberts told Times-Picayune TV columnist Dave Walker in 2006 that it was a joke on his block: During a hurricane threat, neighbors would wait for his wife's car to leave before they'd evacuate. Until Katrina, it never happened.
"I left my wife at home, and she rode out every one of them right here," Mr. Roberts said. "I wouldn't have let that happen if I thought it was dangerous. The story in the neighborhood was, 'I'm staying here unless I look out the window and Lydia's car is gone. If Nash tells Lydia to leave, we're all leaving.' "
Katrina, which struck when Mr. Roberts was fully retired, was different.
"For the first time in 60 years, I evacuated," Mr. Roberts said in 2006. "I was pretty sure the thing was coming in here. What convinced me that I better get out was the fact that I knew it was going to be a wet system. It was huge in size, driving a lot of water ahead of it. With my wife, with the condition she's in, I said, 'We'd better get out of here.' ''
The couple evacuated from their Metairie home to Baton Rouge for two months. Their home sustained minimal damage.
"As soon as they would let me, I went to the gap in the 17th Street Canal and looked it over, and then I worked my way through Lakeview and lower New Orleans," Mr. Roberts told Walker. "It just was breathtaking, spooky. To go through neighborhoods and never see anybody, just a bunch of old beat-up cars and nobody living in any of the houses."
Despite occasional pangs of professional nostalgia, Mr. Roberts said he was glad he wasn't at WWL's studio tracking Katrina's path to town via squeaky pen and wipe-board.
"The truth of the whole matter is I'm glad I wasn't on for this," he said. "It would've been a very, very trying and tiring ordeal. My method of fooling with these storms is I lock onto 'em and just stay with 'em 24 hours a day, seven days a week, until they're gone, and that is extremely arduous.
"But I could've done very little for anybody with this storm except do what I did. I left (with Lydia) on Saturday."
Lydia Roberts died in 2007, according to WWL. The couple had been married more than 60 years.
Mr. Roberts figured prominently in a 2006 book from Kensington Publishing, "Roar of the Heavens: Surviving Hurricane Camille," by Stefan Bechtel.
"A wonderful man," Bechtel said. "Kind of courtly, gentlemanly. We spent quite a long time talking, and he started making me little maps with what is now a rather shaky hand, like a football coach calling the plays."
To WWL's Hoss, Mr. Roberts' longevity on local airwaves was as remarkable as his forecasting prowess.
"You don't get to do five decades if you aren't respected," Hoss said. "You don't get to do five decades unless you do it right.
"Quite frankly, he did it right."
Survivors include two sons, Kenneth and Nash Roberts III; three brothers; and four grandchildren, WWL said.
Funeral arrangements are incomplete.
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TV Columnist Dave Walker contributed to this article, which was prepared by staff writer Stephanie Stokes.
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Monday, October 25, 2010

Humidity a shared experience

I got knowing smiles everywhere I went on Saturday, wearing this T-shirt.

I wandered with a friend around the French Quarter and up to Frenchmen Street because the weather was divine - a bit on the cool side and dry. Of course, everyone was incredibly grateful there was little humidity that day.

They were not the kind of smiles that say:

"That's really funny!" nor the smiles that say:

"You look ridiculous," and certainly not smiles that say:

"Ha, I watched that sitcom about Philadelphia."

I am talking about the smiles that say: "I know what you mean!"

Even if you've lived in humidity like Chicago's or D.C., there's nothing comparable, except maybe in Vietnam or Guyana.

It's a thing we all share - coping with 90-degree heat and 90-percent humidity much of the year, a sharing like impoverished share want and mourners share grief and former addicts share recovery. But then there is cool humidity, too, in December and January. It's (almost) always humid in New Orleans.

I bought this T-shirt for a road trip. I always get a new T-shirt for road trips and foot races. Since Katrina, the shirts have had New Orleans' themes to prompt people to ask, "How is New Orleans?" I recently attended a high school reunion in Florida and someone actually asked me if the city was still flooded. They were behind somewhat with the news. No flood, but constant humidity - like the Amazon, I told them.

But it is easy to get a smile in New Orleans, as living here is a shared experience. The T-shirt was just a small costume, even though I'd found matching yellow glasses at the French Market to create a complete ensemble. Check out these folks we met at a bar on Frenchmen street, which was hosting a Halloween costume sale. There were fabulous masks like you'll never see elsewhere.

These bunnies were promoting a kiddie play performed at the Marigny Restaurant, or so they said. It's not Easter, is it? In any case, they were harmless and having a good time. Theirs are not the typical costumes most people associate with New Orleans or Halloween.

Around here, folks in bunny costumes hardly get a second glance.


You've got to admit, he's pretty cute.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Yikes, it can really rain here

I am huddling in my apartment, feeling like I’m on the set of “Jurassic Park” with torrents of rain crashing down outside. It doesn’t rain cats and dogs, it's more like a stampede of rhinoceroses. It used to seem more fun when I was in college with a vague schedule and wore only the barest clothes and Dr. Scholl’s sandals.

I’m keeping an eye on my car parked beside the curb and the water rising around its wheels, hoping it doesn’t come up too far. Living near the levee, I am supposed to have some level of protection from sudden flooding, but when it rains this hard, the sewers can’t keep up.

Twice last year, I got stuck trying to drive home in a rainstorm and had to tough it out in a bar, abandoning my car parked on relatively high ground. The atmosphere at the bar was festive.


There’s a Saints Victory Parade scheduled for 5 p.m., starting with a concert in Jackson Square. I have no doubt it will go on, no matter what. Rain never deterred a true New Orleanian. That’s why we all own calf-high vinyl boots, preferably striped, polka dot or other fun design to demonstrate the party must go on. They’re essential gear for Jazz Fest. After you’ve paid your $50, you are not going home just because the Fair Grounds have turned to a mud slick.

I’m still deciding if I’ll go downtown. But the last Saints parade was supposed to have lasted two hours and went on for four, so there is absolutely no hurry. Everyone in town will be there and traffic will be gridlocked. The sane way to go is by streetcar or Tchoupitoulas bus. Only the aged and infirm will watch from the comfort of their own homes.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Coping with summer weather


Learning how to live in 90 percent heat and 90 percent humidity is a true lifestyle art form. Like Mexicans who take siestas and Spaniards who take their evening paseos, eating dinner very late, New Orleanians have learned to get their errands and exercise done early and go out to clubs late to avoid withering in the summer heat. Everyone wears as little as they can get away with - flip-flops, shorts, sleeveless, strapless, backless, as less-list as possible. But always a hat.

Semi-tropical rain can pour down at any time and drench the parched earth. Oftentimes, people just continue on their way, letting themselves be cooled down. Joggers circling Audubon Park or plodding down the neutral ground just keep going through the rain, knowing the sun will soon dry their exercise clothes.

Last week, I peeked outside to check on my cat when the rain started. Samie really does not enjoy getting wet. I'd just gotten out of the shower, so had a towel wrapped around me to stick my head outside the door and was surprised to find the postman sitting on the bench on my front porch, clutching his mail, watching the rain teaming down. I asked if he'd like a glass of water, but he was fine. Where was his raincoat? I asked. Rain jackets are too hot for his job. Nobody liked getting wet mail, so he'd just wait it out. Fifteen minutes later, dressed, I peeked again. He was still there.

I swim weekdays in the public pool in Audubon Park, a few blocks away. Last week, I chatted with another lap swimmer and learned he was a UPS driver. He was elated to discover the pool, so takes his lunch hour there every day. When I left, I saw his truck backed up to the building beside the palm trees with the back door thrown open to the breeze.

He was bare-chested with his uniform hanging from a rack to dry. I told him I planned to notify the corporate office of this unseemly behavior, but it is just a way to cope with the heat, down here in New Orleans.