Mold has gotten a head start

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Mold has gotten a head start

By LISA FALKENBERG

Houston Chronicle*

Sept. 29, 2008

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/metropolitan/6031143.html

GALVESTON — It's black, white, green, blue, even calico. It feasts,

floats and climbs. It can show itself, or not. It's toxic, or not.

It can resemble a rash, pocket lint, a puff of smoke.

It can make your throat cough, eyes itch, head pound, or leave you

alone.

The menace is mold, and it's ravaging water-damaged homes and

buildings all over Galveston in the island's latest battle wrought

by Hurricane Ike.

Residents and business owners who were finally allowed last week to

inspect their properties may have been relieved to find that the

structures survived floodwaters and high winds. But many discovered

the damage done by various species of mold left to breed wildly in

the nurturing environs of damp, hot buildings whose doors and

windows were sealed for nearly two weeks.

At Maya's Grocery and Food Products on Avenue L, the grown children

of 80-year-old Enrique Ochoa and his wife, 78-year-old ,

donned respirator masks, rubber boots and gloves and plastic

jumpsuits several days last week to combat the mold, mildew, flies

and fumes that have overtaken the flooded Mexican food store their

parents had operated for half a century.

" None of us have training what to do with mold, " said daughter

Ochoa, a 52-year-old San nurse. " We just know it's

nasty and you need masks. "

The battle has become personal with her sister, Oralia Guererro, a

46-year-old speech pathologist in Austin. She's confounded by one

particular species resembling a hairball that continues to grow on a

pillar despite attempts to kill it with Clorox.

" See those balls? " Guererro asked, pointing. " I don't know what it

is, but it comes back. "

The water likely reached 4 feet at Maya's, a neighborhood

institution known for its homemade tortillas and tamales. A blue

lace of mold grows on the wall under a yellow piñata. Enrique Ochoa,

a pioneer on the island in Mexican food and spice imports, believes

he lost more than $80,000 in machinery alone.

A health hazard

In the 12 days the store sat shuttered after Ike, expensive meat and

other food spoiled in freezers, and a colorful carpet of mold

smothered everything not damaged by water. The smell was so bad that

on the first day, as the family removed spoiled meat from the

building, a Galveston police officer followed the scent, thinking it

was a dead body.

At this point, the whole building is a health hazard, the family

said, including the second story, where the owners lived above the

store. Black mold marches alongside the staircase to the couple's

apartment.

The elder Ochoa — he and his wife are simply known to locals as " Mr.

and Mrs. Maya " — said he hopes to be able to clean the buildings

well enough to sell them. Maya's likely will be no more.

" I think we're going to leave the island after 65 years, " said the

native of Coahuila, Mexico, a white respirator mask covering all but

his sad eyes. " I don't think we can take another one of these. "

Ochoa said she's frustrated that it took so long for

Galveston officials to let the family on the island to assess damage

and begin cleaning up.

" They should have let us in sooner, especially the business owners, "

she said. " I think we could have saved more. "

Her frustrations were compounded, she said, when the police officer

mentioned that they probably could have returned sooner because

business owners were being allowed.

City officials, of course, had to balance the risk of greater

property loss with public safety. But one wonders if a more

organized, phased, look-and-leave policy could have allowed

residents to begin fighting mold earlier.

The tedious process involves getting out the water and porous wet

items that can't be saved, such as rugs, Sheetrock and furniture.

The structure must then be dried before a bleach solution is applied

to kill the mold, including the stuff lurking inside walls

'This is horrendous'

It's a process that Doug Heiner, a 26-year-old, third-year medical

student, was only just beginning on Friday. The father of two small

children and one on the way had just returned to his 1960s single-

story home on Tuna Street, in the Fishing Village neighborhood.

" You don't know how far the mold goes, " Heiner said. His front lawn

was strewn with nearly all his family's possessions: from plastic

toys, to a leather desk chair, to wooden shelves covered with

Technicolor mold. " I thought, with some of the furniture, you'd be

able to wipe it off. "

But he quickly learned better. He would have been in quite " a fix, "

he said, without the help of a troop of yellow-T-shirted Mormon

volunteers who were helping remove furniture and patches of sopping

carpet that, nearly two weeks after Ike, still squirted water when

walked on.

" These houses are almost destroyed before you can get back into

town, " said Elder Curtis Brown, 62, a retired school administrator

from Benson, Ariz. " Nothing against the city, but it was a

disadvantage we couldn't get on the island. "

" I've been around mold, but nothing like this. This is horrendous, "

said Brown, as he stood in Heiner's hallway, his face covered with a

mask to protect him from the odor. " We're fighting against time

right now. "

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