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An encyclopedia burns... Burning an encyclopedia Perhaps you've heard the expression: "When a man dies, an encyclopedia burns..." I'd like to make it "When a human dies, an encyclopedia burns..." 13 months ago, a friend of mine died--I called him "The Reverend Don" in posts I wrote about him at the time. A mystic quality has always been present in my life, and two days before Don died, I had the irresistable urge to visit Don and his wife. I telephoned them and they were happy to see Marisol and me the same afternoon I called. Both Don and his wife were in their early eighties, and both of them were on oxygen. On the afternoon Marisol and I visited the "Dons", they were having their health insurance updated, and two medical specialists were at their home taking their blood pressure, and updating medical information. Quarter inch oxygen lines snaked around the living room to where both Don and his wife were wearing oxygen masks. It was obvious both Don and his wife were in poor health, but they were in good spirits, and we had a nice conversation. A lot of the talk centered on their little Border Collie, Katy. Don had loved his border collie. She was about five years old and I had loved her from the first time I'd seen her on an earlier visit to their home.... Don had asked me if I'd take the little dog if he were to drop off this world before me. I'd told him yes, I would, and this visit to the "Dons" verified I'd get little "Katy" upon Don's death... Two days later Don died. The afternoon of his death, I picked up Katy and brought her to my home... Don's wife moved from this area and went back to Texas, where she had family. I keep in contact with her by email. The new house Don and his wife had built here on the desert in Southern California, was abandoned, and when I drove by their place about a week after Don's death, many people were there taking everything from the place that wasn't nailed down. At this time, as I write this post, 14 months have passed. Katy, the border collie, has become my darling and walks everywhere with me. Last week I took her to her old home. The place sits locked and empty. Trash is strewn around. The electrical lines have been cut. The water is shut off. The bushes and flowers are dead, or gone. The gates to the chainlink fence surrounding the house have been taken. Citizen's Patrol told me thieves had broken into the house and stolen the kitchen cabinets and counter tops and everything else they could take that had any value. The place hasn't burned down, but I remember the years it took Reverend Don to build this house, and the love he put into it. In a way his encyclopedia--his history--has burned. I remember him with fondness, though, and I'm sure Katy does too. davidstardust, Sunday morning, June 10th, 2012...   |
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if his wife knew how much he loved the place and how hard he worked on building the place. why did she not put the place up for sale and lock it down tight??so as it couldn't be broken into? why would she just abandon the place like that?? She had a sister in Texas and went to live with her. She always hated California, and especially the high desert. I don't KNOW, but I suspect they had a reverse mortgage on the place, and left it to the bank to protect--which of course they didn't.. There isn't ANY market here for houses so far from any town and so far from a paved road... Thanks for your interest Silk Petal! xxxxdavid
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if his wife knew how much he loved the place and how hard he worked on building the place. why did she not put the place up for sale and lock it down tight??so as it couldn't be broken into? why would she just abandon the place like that?? silky... 
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Dear Lola, I forgot to answer your question this morning.".BTW, Did you know Scotty Howard in LA? Just saw a piece on him on Sunday Morning...He seems to be referred to as a "gentleman hustler" and a "pimp to the stars". Just curious." No sweets, I never heard of him..xxxxdavid
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This is an example of hundreds of thousands of homes that are upside down in value in S. Cal. Don's wife never liked the desert, so when he died she got out of here as fast as she could. My place was valued at 87 k a few years ago, now it's only worth about half that... Of course I have no desire to sell it, and there's no mortgage, it's paid off in full. Homes on dirt roads don't much interest most people...Only old hermits like me love this isolation! Those people who still have to get to work for a living, can't be bothered driving 5 or 10 miles/hour for miles on a bumpy, dusty, dirt road. It IS sad. I remember how much Don loved that house. He inherited the property from a sister around 1980, and I met him for the first time back then. He told me he was going to build a house on the site. Which he did, all by himself ---well, I did help him a little now and then. xxxxdavid
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Katy got up on an earth berm where she used to run back and forth for exercise, then checked the doors for fresh scent, snooped around the fenced area then scooted next to me and wanted to come back to our home. xxxxdavid
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