I left Ruidoso very early Sunday morning and the journey to Missouri turned into a fiasco only an Englishwoman could dream up. I ran out of gas between Roswell and Clovis and had to enlist the help of one of the finest sheriff's departments I have ever had the opportunity to need.
In Abilene late Sunday I had to hire someone to rewire the trailer, having lost my lights somewhere in the miles past. Exhausted I became lost somewhere between Abilene and Oklahoma City and found myself crossing the Colorado border in the middle of the night. I did say Colorado, that wasn't a typo.
Driving through Oklahoma in the early morning was a treat for my eyes. I left behind the arid desert of the southwest and drove into the most fertile farming country I had ever seen. But nothing prepared me for the sheer natural beauty of Missouri.
The more I drove the more beautiful the pastures of knee high grass became. Shady country roads replaced paved highways and as I looked at horses grazing peacefully in lush fields I became delighted at the thought of calling Missouri my future home. IF I could find a home I could afford.
Sometimes even a homeless person can be surrounded by magnificent scenery and if Lincoln County, New Mexico, was almost paradise I had just graduated to heaven itself.
The first week was terribly hard. The internet connections available was inefficient leaving me with no means to get the online business up and running, or communicate with those I network with. Applications for a mortgage slowed to a crawl, while foreclosed houses sold as fast as I could mark them as possible "homes." It became an exercise in frustration and through sheer stress I started to lose weight at a rapid speed. 25 lbs in the first 10 days.
Jenny Craig cannot hold a candle to the stress of homelessness. Perhaps I should start a "homeless" weight loss camp in the Ozark mountains? ;-)
I'm unsure how often I will have access to a computer to keep this blog updated, but I am hoping and praying that this is the beginning of the end of a traumatic period where we were left homeless by an unscrupulous criminal who feels that women should support him in the lifestyle he grew accustomed to ~ and victory, a home ~ is around the corner.
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.
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.
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