Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Where Is My Sense Of Humor?

Last night was one of the worst nights possible. I am in such excruciating pain because of my living conditions that if it were possible to trade in your body I would certainly do so in the blink of an eye.

My spine, hips and joints hurt so bad, and a violent migraine and severe chest pains caused by stress plagued me all night. It was 24 degree's when I woke up. It hasn't even become seriously cold yet and I am folding.. physically incapable of handling this level of adversity and hardship.
Still, the day turned into a fabulous day. So pretty. What a difference there is between yesterday and today. I managed to get a fair amount of work done, and felt physically better than I expected after such a rough night.

An on-line friend sent me a web site that was most interesting.

About 6 or 7 years ago I bought a beautiful piece of land in Abiquiu, NM knowing I would build my own house on it. I don’t mean “build my own house” as some people do – hire an architect to draw plans and hire a contractor to transform those plans into a building. I mean I would design my own house an take some sort of material to construct it.

I had always been an Amazon addict and my thirst for information on all the various so-called alternative building methods increased the disease and decreased the bank account. I sent for books on straw bale, cob, adobe, rammed earth, earth bag, earthship construction among others. I had lived in Santa Fe back in 1994 when straw bale was just getting started and knew it was too labor intensive for me. I also felt it was cost prohibitive because of the price of bales and the amount of finish work. I tried cob, loving the organic form resulting in charming hobbit like abodes. After one batch of cob mixed on a tarp, turning, lifting, and stomping I knew I would never live long enough to see even one wall get up. I chucked that idea.

After reading all I could and trying many things I was getting discouraged. I had been renting videos from Charmaine Taylor (http://www.dirtcheapbuilder.com) and she suggested I look into papercrete. I had heard of it but dismissed it as unrealistic. Who builds a house out of paper anyway? But having run out of resources I agreed to take a look at some videos about papercrete.

WOW!!! Right away I knew I had found what I had been looking for. I contacted Mike McCain and asked him to build me a mixer. It was his opinion that I could easily do it myself. I am an extreme do it yourself-er but I recognized my limitations. I sent for Barry Fuller’s video on how to build a tow mixer

Mixer, truck and water tank.

(http://www.livinginpaper.com), turned it over to some iron worker friends, scavenged the materials and in a short time had my own tow mixer. I set out developing a formula using newspaper, sand and cement refining it over time to decrease the amount of cement and substitute pumice fines for the sand.

It took me 3 weeks to dig my foundation – a 100 foot trench 24 inches deep in a free form shape that I laid out with a 100 foot garden hose. I used larger pumice in polypropylene bags as an earthbag foundation.

Pumice bag foundation with plumbing roughed in.

I made some forms and started making blocks. Pretty soon the building started to take shape. I hired a videographer to help me make a DVD showing how I did it all.


As the nightfall arrived and the temperatures dropped back into the lower 20's my body started to seize up again and by 7 pm I felt like death warmed up. These temperatures I just can't handle anymore. I'm too old, too ill and too exhausted. 4 years of fighting for what is ours, no other options available, and Robert Huckins thinks that this is funny.
It's not.
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 vio
lent 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.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

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 f
or 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, pl
ease convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.

Relevant pages:

http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/shattered-dreams-endless-nightmare.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/paul-harvey-once-reported-if-you-want.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-robert-millard-huckins.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-where-is-money.html
http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/criminal-defense-attorneys-woes.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2010/06/pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com
/2011/02/morally-bankrupt.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/06/robert-huckins-legal-plea.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/many-faces-of-abuse.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/shadow-women.html http://roberthuckinsvictim.blogspot.com/2011/07/price-of-crime.html
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.~ Martin Luther King, Jr.