Friday, October 21, 2011

Show Me The Way To Go Home

The 35 degree's this morning didn't seem like 35 degree's. Perhaps my body is starting to acclimate to my being out in the cooler temperatures. I pray so before the serious winter weather starts, and that may be in the coming days because the weather forecast is not looking good for anyone without adequate shelter.
A doe started chasing poor Rio around very early this morning. I let Rio and Gracie go play while I went to get a cup of coffee, a second later Rio started screaming and Gracie came flying into the shed as though hell was chasing after her. I found Rio trembling under the truck. A very angry doe standing guard just in case the dog dare stick her head out.

I just cannot believe that it's Friday - again. How time is flying by.

Even though I have not survived this crime.. and won't be able to call myself a survivor until I am in my own home - the home I paid for, I feel a moral obligation to support all victims of crime.
Below is the flyer for "Crime Survivors." Please feel free to add it to your web site, and or send donations to their web site at:
My oldest daughter phoned to tell me of a sale on-going at Wal-Mart and we both met in the garden section to see what "deals" we couldn't live without. Breakfast cereal that normally costs $3.00 PLUS a box was 75 cents so it wasn't long before she had an entire shopping cart full of breakfast cereal for my grand-children, with store employee's laughing at our "haul."

My boss asked me a terribly strange question today. "Do you ever get tired of living?"

I had to stop and wonder why anyone would ask such a thing, and I jokingly responded;

"Every woman wants to turn 60 homeless living in a dirty filthy shed.

Life is just hunky dory when a criminal is preventing you from ever seeing your mother alive - ever again.

In your late 50's is a great age to have your career, home, family torn apart by a career criminal.

It thrills me no end when I wake up in frigid cold weather to the luxurious aroma of mold, mildew, raw sewage and horse manure.

Or when physical ailments are being turned into severe disabilities because of my living condition.

This is how I wanted to face economic instability, a serious repression. I think this type of life is just marvelous darling.

Won't ANYONE show me the way to MY home?"

I think left him counting his blessings. *Smile*
There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none viol
ent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence
shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.

Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince
Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a homeIf there is to be a human future, we must bring ourselves into balanced relationship with one another and the Earth. This requires building economies with heart. ~ David Korten