I don't have pictures of it...and the only one I can find online is it's demolition maybe in 2002
A bath upstairs and half bath downstairs
a nice sized living room and a kitchen that stretched big enough to be a dining room too...and a food pantry that was bigger than my bedroom I had as a kid! Even had a garbage disposal!
I felt rich! The rent was based on my income, which wasn't much so I paid under 100$ a month with all utilities included.
Before I moved in the housing authorities had told me that single mothers and their kids lived there...so I figured I could get along with them...I was one of them!
So the first thing that struck me as odd was that the parking lot was full of men playing cards. Later I learned that they were using food stamps as money (back in the days of paper food stamps) and there were needles and syringes and empty booze bottles all over the place when they were gone. They did this everyday and I designed a route to get to the bus stop that would avoid my having to walk through the middle of that mess.
Danny was still in the hospital and I rode the bus to see him everyday that I had a plan for Summer.
Emmett's mom and dad had been taking her home with them alot.
The church had moved dad from Anderson's First Street United Methodist Church to a different one up by Goshen...it was quite a trip. We started out with them having her every other week, but she was too unsettled that way so we did two weeks with them, and two weeks with me.
Almost a shared custody situation. Emmett was gone, so they took care of her themselves.
Sometimes when she was gone, Lona and I would go to Hartford City to JohnXXIII Retreat Center. Some amazing things happened to me there. I think that EVERYONE who goes there is touched in some way that is particular to them alone...not everyone is worked on in the same way, but it is definitely a place where God works on people!
That lump was alot more than meets the eye.
She became very very sick with extreme cancer of I don't know what kind that was traveling rapidly through her lymph nodes.
She sent me notes on little pink papers in the mail.
She had asked me to come and clean up her house and get rid of her things because she was going to die. I couldn't. I had Danny to tend to and I never went. She had asked me to come help her die and I didn't do it.
huge regret.
they continued to take Summer and Dad kept her with him.
Summer went to all the hospital and nursing home calls and visited sick people and shut ins. I don't know what all she remembers except for that her Grandpa loved her so.
She remembers her grandma in a hospital bed giving her rides up and down singing 'Jesus Loves Me This I Know'...
Her Grandma was on a morphine pump by then...
I think that it may have been 1990 when mom died.
one time someone climbed in my window and stole my purse off the coffee table. It had everything I had to keep going in it...including all my ID, all my money and my bus pass.
I called the police and they wouldn't come and see the broken screen and muddy footprints the thief had left behind.
They said they would just make a report and take my word for it.
I called the housing office to explain why I didn't have rent money.
they just told me to go downtown and get the police report and turn into them...kinda hard to do when you have no money or bus pass!
The following month I didn't get my check.
I had been at the RMH doing volunteer work as we were having a HUGE yard sale to benefit the new addition...besides, I think Lona wanted to keep me at her apartment to be sure I was safe. The other RMH volunteers had missed having Summer around so were willing to watch her for me. I was keeping her in a big cardboard box, like a playpen while I worked sorting all the LOADS of stuff people were donating.
�It was REAL close to the hospital so I wasn't complaining.
But people knew I was gone and had taken Danny's disability check and my AFDC check out of my mail box
I went downtown to report them stolen and was almost arrested.
A cop came in the room and said that they had my check and it had been cashed with my own signature...I was freaking!
I had to sit for hours and write names and addresses and numbers.
An Indiana State Police Handwriting Analysis
Lona was down in the street below driving around and around the block due to no parking places with baby summer in the car and they wouldn't let me leave to even tell her what was going on.
I passed
It wasn't my signature and the Handwriting Analysis proved it
and this whole incident taught me how dangerous it is to have someone steal your Identification cards!
