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Remembering Father Red

I'm not sure how to even title this one, but something remarkable just happened.

We're in the middle of nowhere and yet it's really the city of New Orleans. East New Orleans is now simply a wasteland. Anyone who thinks New Orleans was only a disaster due to the levy failure should come here. The storm surge purged this land.

We were looking for a church, St. Nicholas of Myra. We found it down a long closed road. It is where Father Red served his flock of fisherman. The church is where he rode out the storm. It's also where he died.

Only the shell of the church remains, yet it is so peaceful and so moving. We wanted to talk to someone about Father Red, but it was obvious that there was no one for miles. We were about to start calling on the cell phone When a car pulled in, then another and another. A man dressed in black identified himself as Father Red's nephew. The other men were firefighters and a deacon from the Diocese of New Orleans.  It seems we came to the church on the very day those who knew Father Red best came to plan his memorial service. That seems far beyond coincidence. Somehow I think Father Red had a hand.

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I went to St.Nick every sunday!I loved Father Red so much.He touched everyone in Lake Catherine.He was our shepard!!!I haven't been to a church since the storm because ther is no church without Father Red:(
I lived right around the corner from St.Nicks and if you stood on the back porch of the church you could see my Aunt's burnt down house.Father Red baptised me and gave me my first communion.He even helped me up the ladder 3 years ago to crown Mary my communion day!I still remember the smile on his face that day when he said,"If you fall I can't garenty I'll catch you but,I will try!"If they try to sell the church like everyone says they would, I will be out there protesting not to and if they sell it anyway the person who bought it and the person who sold it Father Red will haunt them the rest of there lives.There is so much more to Father Arthor "Red" Ginart's story but,not enough timein the world to tell it!
May he rest in peace and he will always be the shepard of Lake St.Catherine!

Amber H. Lake Caatherine,Louisiana(originaly)

Is this familiar with anyone posting: I have an oval tray with a dog engraving on front (like something done at camp or something?). On the back it shows:


P. Williams Del
L. Whitney SC
(I have the first names of these people, but will not post for privacy reasons).

Just curious to see where this came from & if it is related with the Father Red on this page that came up in my search (was with my parents' belongings, but might have come from my oldest sister that died 12 years ago).


I fondly remember Father Red and Father Rudy from Redemptorist H.S. in the Irish Channel in the early to mid 60's. They were both great men doing Gods work. Bless them both for all their great deeds.

I never met Father Red nor heard any of his sermons but I was and will be again a resident of the "island" albeit the shortest land owner in history as we purchased our home on the Island on August 23, 2005 (six days before the storm). I have spoken to many residence of the island and every one Catholic and NonCatholics speak warmly of Father Red. It is not a "wasteland" but a "purged" land ready for renew. And we the residence with Gods help and Father Reds blessing we will continue with Father Reds legacy and that is his people of Lake Catherine. God Bless Father Red and his people!

Father Red baptised all six of my children who are grown now. I have known him for over thirty years and spoke to him from Seattle the night of Katrina until the phone lines went out. He said that he would not "go" unless it was his time so I guess it was. He also said that he was putting all the baptismal/marriage certificates of his parish in ziplock bags in case water came into the church(as well as his sandwiches!). I know where he is because he is already answering my prayers as he promised he would! Don't worry, we will see him again in Christ!

I knew Father "red" for only about 5 years. A good friend of mine introduced me to him. My friend longed to learn more about the Catholic Church as he was deprived the teachings of his own faith when he was young. The moment I met Father "Red" I knew he was a very special priest blessed with the power to reach and understand all people who came to him for guidance and help. From his desk he heard my friends confession and then mine. I took my wife to meet this remarkable man and he heard,after his usual friendly,warm personal little talk, my wife's confession and then mine again. He lived 10 miles or so from our home but we would make the trip to talk and usually, let him hear our confession. He was a wonderful, kind, happy and empathetic person and I than God for knowing him for such a short period of time.

Father Red was my family priest since I was about 5 years old. He did my first Communion, was the only priest I've ever gone to Confession with, and was supposed to marry me and my husband. I grew up in that church, with Father Red and the rest of the St. Nicholas parishioners. His sermons, although none last more than 10 minutes at the most, taught me everything I needed to know about my faith and myself. I miss him and his weekly Saints jokes more than anything... I'm so glad that the country is hearing about what a great man he was.

Fr. Red was very close to my family, my grandma Neva Frazier was his secretary back when he was at Christ the King. Fr. Red visited my house every Wednesday. He was my bestfriend, he helped teach me how to drive, went to disney world with me and my family, and he was like an adopted grandpa to me. He was even my confirmation sponser when I got confirmed. I'm 16 and whenever I was having problems in school or with friends he'd talk to me about them and give me advice. He was always there to give a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on. Fr. Red loved life, he loved the outdoors, he loved animals, he loved baseball, he loved to help people, and he was also a huge Saints fan, in my heart I know he is a saint now. Fr. Red's real name is Arthur Ginart,and he was 64 years old. I talked to Fr. Red the night before Katrina hit and I told him he was my bestfriend and that I loved him, and he told me he loved me and he wanted to be there after the storm to go help his people. Fr. Red was the most honorable person I know and I'm really going to miss him.

I don't remember the times but I know the memorial masses for Fr. Red will be at Christ the King on November 12 and at St. Nicholas of Myra on November 22. Feel free to email me and I will give you the exact times.

I love you Fr. Red!

Fr. "Red" passed away during Hurricane Katrina while staying "to ride out the storm" at his parish, St.Nicholas of Myra, as he always did. He wanted to be available to help his parishioners when the hurricane was over. When the winds died down and waters went out, Fr.Red could not be found. Come celebrate Fr. Red's life with us!
Saturday, November 12th at 1:00pm at
Christ the King Church
535 Deerfield Rd. Terrytown, La. 70056

Fathern Red was a great priest and a wonderful man. He married me in 1969 and we remained friends for many years. He was also there when my father passed away in 1975 and for my Mom's 85th birthday in 1997.
He would go out of his way to reach out to those Catholics that found it hard to follow all the rules. If you didn't want to go to Church for confession, he would come to you. His love of God touched many souls many of which were not Catholic.
He is irreplaceable!

Father Red's full name is Arthur Ginart. He grew up in the 9th Ward of New Orleans and his brother, Mike Ginart Senior was a firefighter who died in the 1980s at age 42. The nephew referred to in this article is likely Mike Ginart, Junior. Mike is an attorney in Chalemette (St. Bernard Parish). Father Red was 64 years old.

Sometimes in our life time a religious person can come along and make a difference. Father Red was that peron for me. I was a parishner of Christ the King as a teenager and Father Red was such an important person in the lives of young people then. He really made a difference. One I will always remember.

Please, what is Father Red's full name? Was he a pastor at St. Anthony's in Gretna during the 60's?

You simply must not "leave us hanging". Write more
about Father Red. Please.

I had heard that a priest had died in the storm but I didn't know who it was until this week. I knew Fr. Red from years ago and I admired and respected him. Please tell me more about what he has been doing for the past twenty years. I remember him as a tough no-nonsense man with a heart of gold. I really want to hear more about this story.

I lived about 5 miles from the church. I have been going to church there for about the last five years since i bought the camp. The area where the church is located is called the island. Father Red would give his sermon with his eyes closed. I learned alot about God and the catholic church from father red. I was not a regular practicing catholic but would attend church there because father red was quick and to the point. I hope some kind of memorial is erected in his honor. A story about his life and death was in the Clarion Herald (a catholic newspaper)

I'm with sister Wallace! I want to hear more about Father Red. I can tell you, it was not a coincidence that those people showed up when they did. Father Red sent them. Isn't that cool! Tell us more.

Whoa! What an amazing start. Of course, you can't be finished with this! Tell us what you found about Father Red's story. I'm not the most religous person you'll ever meet, but: If we can sense this kind of personal magnetism in just a few sentences, what manner of man was this?

Thank you for the article about Father Red. It seemed he touched many lives and was dearly loved.
I would have loved to have know him.

Father Red was assistant pastor for a couple of years at Christ The King school in Gretna, La during early 70's. I was an alter boy during that time. Father Red was a real person. He was not a gothic priest. He was very personal. His homilies were short, but very rememerable. The homilies hit home.

Later, in the mid 70's, Father Red let our high school bike club stay in his parish center for the night. We rode from Baton Rouge to Reserve, La that day.

He will be missed.

Ed from Gretna, La.

I would like to hear some of the good things he has done from Father Red's memorial, if you wouldn't mind. Our clergy often do so much to help people, and yet we hear of their kindness so seldom.

Their works and kindnesses are beauty, and that beauty is food for the soul; the gift of their whole lives that lives on to inspire us all, even in the darkest of times.

Thank you so much for a beautiful post. I will hope there will be more on Father Red's work which was hinted about.

This is the beginning of a touching story. Please tell us more about Father Red, his life, his fisher folks, his dedication. What is Father Red's real name? There's so much trouble and sadness in most media reporting. How refreshing to hear about the good people, of whom there are so many. Thanks a million. Sister Susan Wallace, Boston

All I can say is Thank You God for a person like Father Red.

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