After a series of changes I bought a little trailer and my friends graciously let me live there for 9 years. Living close to Lime Saddle Marina was great because I worked there off and on. I had moved to Paradise in 1975 so I was in Love with the area. November 8, 2018 I
Camp Fire Survivor Last summer I made plans to retire, To enjoy the beauty of my home in Magalia. Without warning it came, that ravenous fire. Within three months, unknowing of it's path and desire, I left my home with my pets, On an escape route that took me higher. Local radio news said Paradise
Mechanical. That is the way I can explain life post Camp Fire. Since November 8, 2018 I have been going about the business of life. Commuting to work and back. Doing my job as always both at home and at work. Eating. Sleeping. Making decisions. Searching for the miniscule pieces to pick up, to move
I've arrived at Murphy NC now, staying at an air B and B rental cabin here. It's the first chapter in a new adventure to have moved across the US at 66 , disabled and knowing NO one here where I've moved. Now to find a new long term home - fingers crossed ! I
Al's morning ritual is to get the newspaper at 7:15am, have a cup of coffee and then shower and shave. November 8th didn't begin that way. He was surprised that we had electricity based on robo-calls, emails, and TV reports. He went outside to get the paper and hurried back in saying he saw flames.
Rushed out of Paradise like everyone else on the 8th. Thru drone pictures and property check, realized that my mobile home survived, although 90% of park destroyed! Went to various govt. agencies for help. SADLY lots of misinformation, but kept at it and achieved what was available. Also had insurance. Received initial help okay,
A poem from my 12-year-old daughter. My house My home My love Once upon a silver day anything was a breath away then come next morn when sky's turned red when all I wished was to rest my head I was forced to wake then forced to run from my home my house was done
Missing the smell of pines over a cup of coffee. I miss driving on tree lined roads and watching as the sun plays peek a boo through the branches. I miss town folk complaining about Skyway and the roads, traffic and slow drivers. I miss the school yard. I would sit waiting for our baby