I fell asleep fairly early, before 8 pm, trying to cherish the feel of "clean" around me. Jan phoned at 8.30 pm and woke me up. Wide awake I got out of bed and started to think about what it's like to have a home.
There is so much that people take for granted. Doors, house doors, have become fascinating to me. It's the entrance into a private world, a safe and secure world. Behind your house door your world is preserved. Your belongings kept and your family cherished.
Memories are made behind doors. Things like windows, doors, paintings, furniture... being able to potter around the house in a dressing gown. Inviting guests and family members to dinner. When they have all gone the importance becomes paramount.
I drove to the Lawrence Bros. pharmacy to pick up my bosses medication and managed to wash some windows before the wind started to increase.
This has been a simply wonderful day, more like spring than mid-winter.
I feel so blessed not to have to fight snow, mud and frigid cold weather for a few days. Mahatma Gandhi once said:“Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed”. This wise statement made decades ago applies today more than ever.
So, I'm still homeless, still unable to provide for a convicted felon and ourselves.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 violent 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 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 home.
There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.~Christopher Darlington Morley