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.

My Good Friend Eddie

Sorry today's post is not a funny, I told Spot I would post it.

Here is the post that I wrote in July 2008.

A long long time ago:

When I was with my ex (monster), he had a friend named Eddie. I met him shortly after the relationship started. He turned into one of my biggest allies in that screwed up relationship.

When my monster and I would fight he would be the guy in my corner telling me that my monster was wrong or crazy. Eddie would move in with us when he and his woman were fighting which was often, so he was a constant in the relationship, almost like having a good friend always there. Eddie and I did have our issues just like any other friends do, I hated how his woman treated him and embarrassed him all the time. She could not drink without getting horribly drunk, worse than I had ever seen and I worked in a bar and drank. Eddie would get so upset with her, they would fight and he would move in. I was happy to have him there, but sad for his relationship. I always felt that, he felt the same way about my relationship.

Lots of times he would tell me, he wished he had meet me first and maybe we would have saved each other a lot of heartache. I would say "that it would never have worked because I would always be mad at him for leaving and not coming home for days." He says "I would never have left you cause you would never treat me like my woman does." I say "that is so true!" Then we would laugh our fool heads off, we both knew we were just joking.

Many of times Eddie was the one to talk some sense into my monster, which was probably the deciding factor in whether or not the guy was going to kill me or not. I truly believe Eddie saved my life on many occasions, for that I will always be grateful.

Even on the times when he didn't live with us, he was always there because they both worked at the same place. The only big issue I had with Eddie was the fact that he would always volunteer himself to do extra stuff, not only at work but also to his friends. Then he would complain that he didn't get paid for it or that he was so exhausted. I would always tell him to stop saying you'll do things unless someone else asked you to and it is okay to say no every once in awhile, but he couldn't do it. Which was one of his most endearing and frustrating qualities.

Eddie had again volunteered to go help the boss's father in law with a flat tire. The father and sister in law were stranded on the side of the freeway. As Eddie is practically under the truck changing the tire, the sister in law was sitting on the guardrail and the Father standing close by.

A passing truck had a trailer hitched to it and somehow the drop hitch came unbolted and the trailer came and crashed into the father in laws truck. The crash threw the father in law over the guardrail and pinned the sister in law between the guardrail and the truck, tearing open her back. Eddie ended up being pinned between the truck and trailer which had made it's way half way up under the truck. His leg was cut opened from the knee down to almost the ankle, it was very gruesome to see. We got to the crash site right before they rushed him to the hospital.

This accident caused him to move in with us and brought his woman back. It was a privilege to be able to take care of HIM this time, instead of the other way around. His leg was healing nicely so he and his woman went back home.

Eddie's father passed away from colon cancer that had gone to his bones and brain. We hounded Eddie to get checked.

My relationship ended, finally! I lost touch with Eddie.

Years later I found out that he had finally gotten checked and the results were positive. He fought it for a long time but the colon cancer finally won.

I was informed that he has passed away today at the age of 50.

Eddie you was loved and was a great friend, you will be missed!

Dr. Jerry Jaeckle

Having to hunt down a new dentist is torture!

It is times like these, that we here in this house reflect on just how lucky we have been to have had a family dentist for two generations.

Dear Dr. Jerry Jaeckle, it has only been 4yrs and oh how we miss you!
Your ability to take care of us like we were family and not just money walking in your door.
You had the uncanny ability to know and remember all of our names.
You would always inquire about our family, "How is so and so" and "tell them I want to see them (in the authoritative grandfather voice)" or even the stern lecture when you felt it was warranted.
Your equipment had the fifties style written all over it...I read the labels while you wasn't looking!
You never wasted your patients money on unnecessary upgrades, or on over extravagant facilities.
You even kept all of our records on little index cards!
You had the same employees the whole time, who I would say adored you.
Your prices (in the 15yrs I knew you) where phenomenal!
They hardly budged and that was your way of saying "I care about YOU!".

I hope after all your self sacrifice, frugalness, sweet respect and love for your patients, has been as greatly appreciated by others as it has been with us.

R.I.P. our dear, sweet, old friend. The best "down to earth" dentist!


Obit: Dr.Jerry Jaeckle, DDS

Dr. Jerry Jaeckle
Born in San Antonio, TX on Feb. 14, 1926
Died Jun. 18, 2005 and resided in San Antonio, TX.

Dr. Jerry Jaeckle, age 79, a lifetime resident of San Antonio, passed away Saturday, June 18, 2005. He was born February 14, 1926 and the son of the late Hugo and Lucille Reitz Jaeckle.

Jerry attended Catholic Elementary Schools having graduated from Central Catholic High School where he was selected as an All City football player and leader of the ROTC.

His formal education took place at St. Mary's University and Baylor University College of Dentistry. Jerry graduated at 21 years old obtaining his Doctor of Dental Surgery Degree.

While in dental school, he was in the V-12 Navy Program. Seven years after opening his dental practice in 1954, he was called into the military service out of the Texas National Guard and became a member of the famed 36th Division of the U.S. Army. He served two years in Nurenburg, Germany with the Field Hospital as Head of the Prostetic Department.

Upon his return to the U.S.A., he resumed his dental practice in San Antonio, where he practiced on the south side for over 56 years.

Jerry held membership in the San Antonio District Dental Society, Bexar County Dental Society, Texas Dental Society and American Dental Society. He was a past President of Oak Hills Country Club, a member of St. Pius X Catholic Church and St. Joseph's Society.

Jerry was an avid golfer and had a great love of big band, jazz music and antique clocks. He enjoyed repairing clocks for friends.

Jerry is survived by his loving wife of 58 years, Mary Rose; his daughter and son-in-law, Jenny and Bob Buchek; his son, Jeff of Bristol, England; five grandchildren, Robert Buchek and wife, Alecia and Amy Buchek; Justin, Dominic and Georgia Jaeckle; two brothers, Dr. H. M. Jaeckle, D.D.S. and wife, Helen and Dr. Richard Jaeckle, M.D. and wife, Blanche; and a sister, Mrs. Carol Burns and husband, Ron.