Monday, December 26, 2011

Boxing Day 2011

The wind has started up, and more snow is forecast, so the weather could take a turn for the worst ~ or it could pass us by. Prayerfully the latter will happen.

Last night by 9 pm the temperature had already dropped to 14 degree's and I was so desperately cold. So watching the temperature "soar" to 45 degree's before noon today was a huge relief.

This has been a day of trying to get as much work done as possible, before any impending storm arrives. Trying to get clean clothes or bedding just seemed beyond me. The hours flew by and I couldn't get neither washer nor drier to work fast enough to get to the dirty filthy bedding.

The past week has left me looking like a gypsy ~ perhaps my appearance would even insult most gypsies. I am filthy. Disgustingly filthy. My clothes, bedding, everything about me and around me so dirty.
The pneumonia seems to ease up a little, then return full force. Today my voice was almost back to normal, and my chest didn't feel a fraction as bad as previous days, but I kept sneezing.

After running to Lawrence Bros. to get flu medication I came back to work while Rio and Gracie romped in the snow. Watching them was simply hilarious. Rio, who is far smaller than Gracie, would knock Gracie over and push her under the depth of the snow. Gracie would try to do the same, but Rio is unmovable. She doesn't go down as easily as a young pup like Gracie.

To them life is living in a dirty filthy shed. They have no idea the hardship involved. That there is a different lifestyle, a more comfortable lifestyle. To them this is perfectly normal.

But to myself... I am too old and too ill for this. Yet I have no idea what to do to resolve this mess. Without money I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. Homeless without a resolve.

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:
/2011/02/morally-bankrupt.html hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow - No night but hath its morn. ~ J.C.F. Von Schiller