A Story Within A Chapter Part Four

The time has come to come clean with the mess I had gotten us into.

 

As we begin the next part
Of this little odyssey
The call from Hersh has come
And I have told him that we now
Have a place to call home


I tried to tell him everything
Honest I did
But when I started my part
Of our conversation
By telling him

"I have good news and bad news"

He had opted to face
The bad news
Once he had arrived in Arizona


The final hearing for our business
He had faced that day
And it did not go in our favor

Everything behind us for certain now

The Dream .... Our Home ...
Security ...
All gone because of pure greed


Expected yet uncomprehensable
How we could have been ruled against

Wasn't it written somewhere
That the innocent prevail

What happened
How could this be ....

Lord how could this be


Over the years of living together
I had learned when and how
To approach Hersh  
And now
Was definately not the time
 
Besides I had not yet found the 'How'



A very hard day for both of us
mercifully found its way
To its closing


Another day now gone
With the placing of the phone
In its cradle

Another morning left
To rise seperately




A Story . . . Within a Chapter
Part Four




Mom and Ivan had convinced me
That we would have a little time
To spruce the 'Ole Barn'
Up a little
Making it somewhat presentable
Before Hersh and Kenneth
Arrived with what was left
To us


It took quite a bit of persuading
On their part because I had just come
From there with my newest discovery

After turning on the kitchen stove  
It had filled the biggest part
Of the lower story with smoke

Years of neglect
I realized was not fixable
And the stove would have to be replaced

Kaching
 


My feeling of 'some time'
To get things done
Was not to last long
For it seemed that my darling husband had
Had quite enough of what Californina
Had been dishing out to us
And wanted our family back together
As deperately as I did myself


I returned to Mom's
To find a message on her
Answering machine that he and Kenneth
Were on their way and would arrive
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning
That would next dawn


He would see the barn as I had first seen it
But in the light of day
I was quite sure that he was 'NOT'
Going to be impressed





It snows quite often in Prescott
During the Winter
But seldom does it snow
In large amounts


True to form it started snowing . . .

And it snowed . . .
And it snowed some more


Kenneth arrived first
With the truck and our possessions
But no Hersh with him

I had been up all night waiting
For them and when
I asked Kenneth where his Dad was
He said to me . . .

Not sure Mom last I saw of him
He was racing some little blonde
In a red Corvette
With the Grand National

(Not funny Kenneth! LOL)


We decided with the snow
Being so heavy that we should get
The truck at least to the barn
Because of the deep gully
It sat within filling with snow

Hey who better
To fess up to first
Than my Son

When he first saw the place
His eyes just danced
Like they always do when he is amused

As we walked from room to room
All he kept saying was

"OH MOM" . . .
"OH MOM!!!!!!"


That did it  
The water works began again
And for the first time in so many months
I felt my now grown Son's arms
Around me and heard his always
Reassuring words of ....
"It will be OK"
"It will work out you will see"

Dad is so sick of the where
We have been living
This will seem like a palace to him

Really Mom come on now
I was just teasing you

(Not! LOL)




Hersh arrived later in the morning
After being lost in the snow
All night in the mountains
That stood between
California and Prescott

After our first moments of
Hello he wanted to go see the house
That was to become our home

I had to tell him now . . .
I had to
I couldn't let him be blindsided
As I had been

He listened without saying a word
His face clouding a little more
And a little more not hiding well
What he was really thinking

In the end I was again crying
And it was he this time
That held me to tell me
We would somehow work it all out


Off we went to "Home"
One problem left facing us
That we had not forseen

The truck had made it quite easily
In the early morning hours when
Kenny and I had dropped it off

Not so for Hersh's prize possesion
His Buick Grand National


It was all he had left
Of the good times within the dream

I used to kid him
And still do after all these years
That he would rather trade me off
Than give up his car

Yep it still sets in our garage
My new Kia
Left outside to the elements LOL

Grand National's
Were made for only two years
And in small numbers
He had driven it right off
The showroom floor

They are fast . . . .
Really fast . . . .
And of course all he had done to it
Has made it even faster

When we gave up everything else
I couldn't stand to see his car
Go with it

To this day He can get
Into that car and drive
And no one knows
He is impaired in any way
Including himself I sometimes think

Hersh contacted Polio
At the age of nine months
And It has left its mark

Now the Repo men
Were not real happy with us
Because we hid it out all over Arizona
Till we could find a way
To again pick up the payments LOL

Anyway . . . .
I seem to have gotten a little
Sidetracked here


We left the highway to enter the gully
Leading to the barn to far more snow
Than had been there a few hours before

We buried his toy
Clean up to the door handles
On both doors
 
Enter our new neighbors LOL

Steve and Kathy
Were out of thier comfy
. . . (little) . . .
Cabin in a flash

They introduced themselves
And pulled us and Hersh's car
To the carport that led to the back door

The time had come
For the unveiling of
"The Barn" to Hersh

He had spent months now alone
Fighting To try to save the business
That he started from nothing

It was gone
The final hearing heard
I worried that this might just be
His final straw


He stepped first into the mudroom
And flipped on the light into the room
That would become
His computer room and hangout

There they were still
The concrete points whose jagged edges
Pointed out of the carpet in several places

I guess when a house that size shifts
Something has to give and in this case
It was the foundation

He walked thru the rest of the house
Saying very little
With Kenneth trailing behind us
Trying to ease the tension with his wit

Only Eighteen years old
He was forced
To grow up quite quickly
And yet he had remained to keep
His little boy charm

I had left him with his Father a boy
He now stood beside us as a man


Finally . . . .
Hersh turned to me and burst into laughter


"LUCY  YOU  HAVE  SOME  REAL  SPLAININ  TO  DO"


We cried ... We laughed
We talked about how we were now
Going to put our lives back together
How we were going to try hard not to question

First order to our new beginning
Was to cry less and pray more


We were home




So many stories
Left yet to be lived
By us within the Barn

To you my friends
I will give a few high points
To 'Barn' living
Other than you have thus far seen

Sorry though
You must wait for the final chapter to be written


To Be Continued . . . .

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It kind of reminds me of the house from " It's a Wonderful Life." lol I've been through Prescott many times on
my travels down Rt 66. Oh the memories. I loved it. Rain..