Election day, Tuesday, November 3rd, 2015
Eleven years ago today (Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004) I left Lancaster, California. All my possessions had been loaded into a moving van on Monday. I slept on the floor of my vacated mobile home. Before leaving the area that had been my home for forty years, I voted (Tuesday, November 2nd, for George Bush).
I traveled as fast as I could across the United States in my little KIA Spectra. I encountered weather hazards, construction and accidents that delayed me for hours!! I barely arrived in Brookville, Ohio, before the van! I was exhausted, and stressed–and had phoned friends to keep me in their prayers.
Boxes of family history had been marked and loaded last into the moving van. They were unloaded first at the rear of the Brethren Heritage Center (in Brookville, Ohio). Over fifty apple boxes (and other sturdy containers) of FRANTZ, and collateral lines, genealogy. Also microfiche reader, computer, printers, cork boards, large picture frames, and more items too numerous to list.
The remainder (on the moving van) was moved into a nearby storage facility. I did not have an apartment yet. ~~ The moving expenses were paid-in-full but I wanted to recoup the expense. I was hired as a holiday temporary employee at Sam’s Club. After Christmas I was hired by a new Walmart opening in Englewood, Ohio. I was there for eighteen months.
I moved to Ohio fully believing I’d be a volunteer at the Brethren Heritage Center. I was thoroughly qualified and would have been an asset. My enthusiasm, energy, knowledge and a few other things (but that’s another story) were an obstacle.
In October 2006 I moved my possessions from an apartment to a storage facility. (I rented one large enough for my KIA Spectra.) I was crying uncontrollably as I drove out of Brookville en route to Shelby, North Carolina. This trip was in my Dodge Class B mini-motorhome.
The Woman’s Retreat at Hallelujah Acres (HA) was my destination–and it was wonderful!! I had been trained by Hallelujah Acres as a Health Minister many years earlier and had taught (and lived) the concept in California. ~~ I became acquainted with the manager of the HA Resource Center and she encouraged me to apply for a job. Repeatedly (every time she asked) I said “they wouldn’t want this old lady.” To please her, I applied and was hired within hours. First I was using my computer skills in the Call Center. Later I had multiple jobs from prep for seminars and conferences, proof reading magazine prior to publication, contact with folks interested in buying homes in the planned community adjacent to HA.
Our economy took a dive in 2008-09 and HA suffered tremendously. If people are out of work they won’t schedule to attend seminars or conferences. They may buy their nutritional supplements from another source rather than “top dollar” with an agency dedicated to health and nutrition. Interest in the planned community ceased!! Fewer meals were served in the cafe. Fifty employees lost their job in a few short months. I remained in Shelby but felt lost without “purpose” in my life.
One unique experience: I was an “extra” for the movie Blood Done Sign My Name. Shelby was chosen because of the old-time downtown buildings and court-house. The movie depicts a true story from 1970. I met the author, Timothy B. Tyson, and his father (prominent figure in the narrative) and bought a copy of the book. We (extras) sat around for hours before and after our scene, and then numerous retakes, but I met interesting people and appreciated a view of the mechanics of film making.
Bored with inactivity while searching for another job (to qualify for unemployment) –and restless to do some traveling–I bought a Little Guy Teardrop Trailer. I documented my experiences in a blog titled In My Humble Opinion but can’t get into the web site!! (Grrrrrrr!! Companies change formats frequently and leave the consumer [Lorraine] puzzling over the new “how to.”). Because of the rewarding, busy schedule with Hallelujah Acres, and no travel, I sold my mini-motorhome. (Had I known the job would cease, I would **never** have parted with my much-loved RV!!) ~~ On one trip, in Northern Indiana, I saw the T@B parked along the highway–with a “for sale” sign–and stopped…, and phoned…, and later purchased. Check TabTeardropTrailerTravels for details.
I lived in a nice two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Shelby. There was a large grassy area in front of my unit; I looked across at a charming little country church. BUT there was a constant turnover of tenants in the adjoining apartment. Without exception, the new resident was a smoker and I am very, very sensitive to odors. I repeatedly asked the owner “please do not rent to a smoker.” In December 2009 a single woman moved in next door and (you guessed it) she was a smoker (exceptionally heavy smoker). In January 2010 her son and daughter-in-law moved in and they, too, were smokers. I recognized that it was time to pack up and move on. ~~ A PODS container was delivered near the end of March and my possessions were crammed it. ~~ At the first of April I moved–with my T@B–a few miles to the home of friends and parked in their orchard (with long electric cord providing power). I spent several days completing my Income Taxes.
So many stories to tell; I can’t finish this narrative in one evening. In T@B Teardrop Trailer Travels, I have pictures of my nine month, nine thousand mile trip through the New England states and Canada. Then almost two years volunteering with Wycliffe Bible Translators (Orlando, Florida and Waxhaw, North Carolina). When a neighbor lady spread moth balls in front and behind our apartments (making me ghastly sick), I decided it was time to pack up and try something new. (I’m extremely sensitive to odors.) I traveled to Escapees CARE to serve as a volunteer. I’ve been here for twenty-five months: Twenty-two months as a resident after three months volunteering.