Tuesday, April 17, 2012

End Of One Era

Poor Katie took up most of the room all night as she struggled trying to remain comfortable. By sunrise I was up packing, and Rio & Gracie ran around near the horse trailer.

By 10.45 am I had to be at the Title Company in Ruidoso. By 12 noon I no longer owned any property in Lincoln County, but I did have the required gas to leave and try to find a home and facility elsewhere.

This has just been a devastating financial loss, but my hope is that it will open the door to a home and facility. And if that materializes it will have been worth it.

The day started out simply magnificent. Sunny, in the upper 60's.. just glorious. Flies appeared establishing that summer truly is right around the corner.

My oldest grand-daughter, Samantha, helped me load the trailer but with my having broken fingers, and she being only 12 years old, it wasn't long before the excruciating pain and exhaustion was more than I could withstand.

By the time I returned to the shed, after dark, my hands were numb and every nerve in my body felt raw with pain. I knew that I couldn't handle anymore. Not physically or emotionally. I have no idea how to face emptying the King trailer tomorrow.
This is just too much for a woman alone.

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 a
sked 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, 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.

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