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Saturday, 20 January 2018
I Rented a Room
I rented a room from a slum lord.  It is small.  It is only six feet by twelve feet, but at least it has a door I can lock. 

Posted by jehj at 1:24 PM EST
Thursday, 11 January 2018
Started Retirement
I started drawing my retirement yesterday.  At least now I have some money.

Posted by jehj at 1:22 PM EST
Wednesday, 8 November 2017
Off the Street Again for Now
I am back at the Homeless Shelter again.  This is the last time I can stay.  You can only stay for three 90 day stays and this is my last 90 days.

Posted by jehj at 1:19 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 3 July 2018 1:30 PM EDT
Saturday, 7 October 2017
Back On the Street
Well I was at the Homeless Shelter for 90 days, so now I am back on the street.

Posted by jehj at 1:17 PM EDT
Friday, 7 July 2017
Off the Street for Now
Last night was the first night back in the Homeless Shelter.

Posted by jehj at 1:16 PM EDT
Monday, 5 June 2017
On The Street Update

 Last night was the first night on the street.  I slept at a church on North Arrowhead Ave. in San Bernardino, Ca.  It was not pleasant. 

The Homeless Shelter let me stay 120 days.  Now I have to do 30 days out before I can apply to get back in.   


Posted by jehj at 2:33 PM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, 14 June 2017 2:39 PM EDT
Thursday, 9 February 2017
Remembering Mom

Don't take what I am about to say, as being mean or that I did not love my Dad.  This was the way it was for us.

My first memory is setting on mom's lap and her reading to me.  This light kept flashing.  For years I could not figure out what this was, until one day when I was a teenager and I came home at the beginning of a thunderstorm and found mom sitting in the corner of the couch with Mary in your lap reading a book.  Then it hit me what this early memory was.  Mom was reading to me during a thunderstorm.  Everyone who knew mom, knew she was terrified of thunderstorms.

I have some memory's of just me and mom.  Then while we lived on the farm outside of Greenville, Tennessee, Debra showed up.  We moved around alot.

I remember the first separtion.  Things got so bad in the fall of 1960, while we were living in Union, South Carolina that mom called  Granddad Haddock (her father) and he sent her the money to go to Clarksville, Tennessee.  We caught the bus.  Debra always sit in mom's lap, but I got to sit in the seat beside her unless the bus was full and then I sit on her right leg.

Uncle Luke (mom's brother Luther) met us at the bus station and took us to Granddad's house on Golf Club Lane.  Dad did send enough money that mom rented a house a few doors down, from Granddad.  Dad did not show up till just before Christmas 1961. I had already started to school.

Dad moved us out to Cumberland Heights.  Things got so bad, that Uncle Luke rented us a house on the creek on Attaway Road.  Between Cumberland Heights and Attaway Road, mom learned to keep cooking oil and 5 pounds of flour and 5 pounds of cornmeal.  Attaway Road is where the rabbits showed up.  Uncle Luke, built the cages and brought the rabbits and show me how to kill and clean them.  When times got bad we always had rabbit to eat with cornbread and rabbit gravy.

After we moved upon the hill on Attaway Road things got better.  Uncle Jim (mom's Uncle Jim) let dad run his service station.  Things were good.  This was the best that I remember our lives ever being.

In the fall of 1970 dad went back to his old ways and Uncle Jim took the station away from him.  Dad packed his bags and left for South Carolina.  This was the second separtion.  In May of 1971 Dad called an ask mom if she wanted to come to South Carolina and she said yes.  For the life of me I never have understood why, so off to Spartanburg, South Carolina we went. 

I got a job at a service station and the man paid me in cash.  I would walk in the door and just hand the money over to mom.  After all there were mouths to feed and dad was drinking his money away.  I done this right up till the time I got married. 

After Mary finished high school, things got so bad that I moved mom and dad into my house.  Got dad on Social Security Retirement and helped them get an apartment in public housing not far from were we lived. 

 After Dad was killed on December 22, 1997, mom just seemed lonely. 

I moved in to take care of mom on July 1, 2009 when she started getting sick.  I took care of her till her death on January 31, 2017.

Mom was the backbone of our family.  No matter how bad things got, I could always count on my mom being there for me.

No one will ever understand how much I will miss my mom.  She was my rock. 

Rest In Peace Mom.  You deserve it more that all the Angles in Heaven. 

 


Posted by jehj at 1:50 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 21 March 2017 6:16 PM EDT
Wednesday, 8 February 2017
On The Street

I am now living in a homeless shelter in San Bernardino, Ca.  I am in need of a job.  I have a disability that prevents me from standing for long periods, so the position needs to be a sit down job.

If you can help please let me know.  E-mail me at: jehj@mail.com

 


Posted by jehj at 5:48 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 7 February 2017 5:57 PM EST
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
One Week

It has been one week since Mary kicked me out of the apartment, that I called home for seven years and eight months.  She just put me out on the street.  Some thanks for taking care of mom for seven years and eight months. 

I am still having a problem with getting my mind wrapped around what happened.  Why did she have to be so evil.  I did not get, not one thank you from either of my sisters for taking care of mom.  I just don't understand. 

Time to start looking for a job. 

In the kind of work I have done, most of my life.  The jobs came to me.  I did not go looking for work.  Now I have to learn to look for empolyment.  You know that I have never interviewed for a job.  I have always been the interviewor, not the interviewee.

This is going to be a new experience for me.  Wish me luck.

 


Posted by jehj at 1:50 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 7 February 2017 2:01 PM EST
Monday, 6 February 2017
Problem with Mary

Some of you know that Mary and I and Mary and Debra had a problem the weekend before Mom passed away.  Here is my side of the story.

On Friday January 27, 2017 I called Mary and ask her why she was thinking about moving Mom home.  Note here: Hospice had already started taking care of Mom.  As soon as I ask the question Mary started yelling at me about Debra telling me what she was up to.  As soon as she took a big enough breath, I told her it was not Debra who told me.  Then she started yelling at me about Chrissy (Debra's youngest) telling me. 

She contenued to yell at me, but it was now directed at me.  She said this is why I did not want you to know what I was up to, because I knew you where going to start something.  What she was saying got so bad that I hung up on her.  Well she just called back and continued to yell at me.  I hung up a second time and she just called back and contenued to yell and scream at me.

She told me that she was the Leasehold on Mom's apartment and that she wanted me out today.  I told her that mom had paid the rent till the end of the month and I would leave Tuesday and I did.

I am not use to calling someone to ask a question and get what I got from Mary and to get run out of the place I have called home for seven years and eight months without any warning.  I will not speak to Mary for a long time.  This is why I am on the street.

I took care on Mom for seven years eight months and this is the thanks that I get.  My sisters gave me no help till the day before Mom went to the hospital.  They did not want to be bothered with Mom, but I have no regerts.  I gave Mom the best care I could give her.

I don't know what the problem between Debra and Mary is, but Toney (Debra's Husband) told me that Debra will not speak to Mary for a very long time if ever. 

I don't know what Mary's problem is or was, but she has got Debra and me not wanting to talk to her.  Mary can be a pain in the rear, but this was just plain stuiped.

 

 


Posted by jehj at 1:43 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 21 March 2017 6:21 PM EDT

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