Poseyville

Once upon a time, I met the hubs and he was living with a friend. This friend was living in a trailer that his mother owned. This trailer was on a piece of property that was owned by a very friendly but scrooge type character. We will call him Posey and his land was called Poseyville. Poseyville only had 12 spaces for trailers or campers.



Hubs takes me down this long (1 mile) dirt road that is canopied by trees, that curves and goes over a little tiny bridge. The scene opens up before my eyes and I was suddenly a little scared. It looked like I had been taken to a hippie village, first clue...a very old black and white school bus, being used to live in.

I eventually got over this feeling, after meeting some of the neighbors. Hubs and friend make an agreement and traded hubs car for the trailer. Hubs and I had and lived in this trailer for 17 years, friend had car 2 years. It really was a great deal, considering the lot rent was only $75! I feel in love with the area and it's privacy and all the neighbors. This is the area, I met my bestest friend.

Posey, yes he was a scrooge when it came to money,



but nobody could have had a more friendly landlord. He would lend you money to help you out, but of course there was interest and collateral. Posey had all kinds of businesses that he had part of and property out the yahoo. At one time he was worth a lot of money, but always lived on the low key of things. He got real sick and was unable to keep up the maintenance of his trailers and people started leaving. We were the only renters of land only. In 04' this lovely man died, leaving all of his and his fathers worldly goods to his daughter. We will call her "The Wasteful Wench".



The Wasteful Wench lived up on the corner (where the yellow lines come together) in another trailer park that Posey had bought en for her. She assured all the remaining residents that things would remain just as they were. At this time there was only four renters left.

After a few years of living in blind security, rumors started to fly about The Wasteful Wench. Rumor had it that she was selling off all of her fathers land and businesses. Panic ensued through out the community, community being what was left of the renters and even through out her own trailer park.

The Wasteful Wench and her hubby was living the high life, buying cars, going on cruises and trips to Vegas. But yet still continuing to show and complain about financial troubles. She sold the whole corner up the road, to a fast food chain. In doing that she closed down a tire shop, beauty saloon, bar and her own trailer park. My bestest friend was living in her trailer park at the time and they received a piece of paper in the mail, telling them to vacate the sold property in 30 days.

Rumor also had it that it was going to happen to us, we were the only renters left. (I had talked to her the month before, worried cause I knew our $75 wasn't even covering the taxes and she never mentioned anything.) I called her, to find out for sure. She told me..the property is not up for sale YET, it WAS still a possibility. She reassured me that if it was to go up on the market, she would let me know. She highly doubted that it would sell, due to the fact that it is in a flood zone. This pacified me for about a month! Until I got a knock on the door, by two men wanting to have a look around.



From that moment on, I was on a mission to get out of there as soon as possible. Just finding a new place took me six months and the move another month. If we had waited till we got notice, we would have ended up on the streets or living with someone. We had 17 yrs worth of HUBS stuff! I knew it would not be possible to move it all with in a month.

Ever since the move 1 1/2 years ago, we have mourned over the loss of our little sanctuary. Hubs was convinced that we jumped the gun and could have held out there for a few more years. For me that was just not a healthy way to go, sitting around for that notice and then having to scramble to go somewhere. The uncertainty of it all would have drove me crazy!

Yesterday hubs comes home and tells me that the property did sell and they plowed the whole place down and turned it into a pasture for horses.

I totally feel validated in my paranoia! Hubs verbally said...I was right!

The Wasteful Wench...is totally broke and living with her mother! She managed to sell all that her father and grandfather had built (their whole lives) and flew through all that money in five years!

I am glad we managed to get out of there in time, but man I sure do miss the serenity of Poseyville.