It was 1949, when I was 15 years old John and I got married. We lived in a small blue house off Hinkson Creek Road. On land I lived on my whole life. John and I had four children, three boys and a girl.John was a laborer and I was a stay at home mother. I was a caretaker for a long as I can remember. I helped care for my brothers,sisters, and parents.
Money was tight, however we had food on the table and cloths on our back.Later our grandchildren came, we helped raise them also. We raised pigs, rabbits,and chickens, planted a garden to make ends meet.
In the 60's my father sold me part of the land for $10.00. We built two houses over the years on a small 4 acres plot on Hinkson Creek Road. In 1971 we built our second home out of old nails and lumber that came from the first house.
In 1982 I found out I had breast cancer. I had one breast removed. In that same year we lost our son at the young age of 23 years old. Soon after in that same year i lost my mother. John was my support through everything. We were inseparable unless he was working. We enjoyed arrowhead hunting, fishing and walking for old bottles and cans to get extra spending money.
In the 90's John found out he had altimerzers. For about 20 years we lived of social security.Living from pay day to pay day.
In 2010 John got sick with pneumonia and was hospitalized. I was told our home was in need of repair before John could go home. I thought out of the goodness of my daughter's and grandson's heart they offered to remodel our home so that John and I could remain together at home.I did give permission for the remodel our home for us to get back home.
Within days my whole world turned upside down.John and I mover to our grandson home with the understanding that our home would be done in two weeks. What was supposed to be a remodel of the home turned into a complete tear down of our home. I was told all this needed to be done so we can be together. Weeks turned into months and now almost two years. The house is just sitting their. It never was finished as I was promised.
Then there was a family problem and I was escorted off my grandson's property. I tried to take my husband but the police would not allow me to take him. So I have to go without my husband without a choice. I moved with our youngest son and his family. I kept hope that the house would bet done so we could be together again. Instead our daughter took me to court for guardianship and conservatorship. The judge granted it without me being able to say what was happening. that meant John had to stay where our daughter wanted him to be. I lost everything. I could not be with my husband or go home. I have only seen my husband 12 times since this all started. I have know means for transportation, everyone that I get to take me on the 60 mile round trip is told they can't go on their property. I can't afford an attorney so that I can get court ordered visits either. I thought I had a little hope when our daughter called last week to say she was putting my husband in a nursing home. I knew then I would be able to see him everyday if I wanted.Now out of the blue our daughter calls me to tell me that they are moving my husband out of state, and I will never be able to see my husband again. I feel like our daughter is abusing her authority by keeping us apart without a choice. I feel this is a form of elderly abuse. I need help with this problem.
I love my husband with all my heart, we only want to go home to live out the rest of our days together!
Mollie B. Gallup