This House

A house in disarray. 

Here is one photo of a house in disarray. I wish I would have taken a photo of what was in this room when I first got here. I was so daunted by the task of emptying it to get to this stage of the work that it really depressed me but my husband went to his job and I took on this job. 

The reason I started with this bedroom was because I had nowhere to sleep that was clean and restful. When I looked at how much work was to be done just to get the old house into a reasonable shape for living, I knew I had to have a bed of rest at the end of each day.

Husbands' youngest son had moved himself, and his wife, into the front room in order to save on rent. Then they had quit their jobs to embark on adventuring. Only because I had been assured that this was a temporary setback for our new marriage relationship did I agree to move there under these conditions. 

I was aghast at the condition of the basement bedroom that my man was living in. I asked him how long he had been living in these conditions and why he wouldn't choose to live upstairs. One obvious reason was that the room, in the photo, was so full of 'junk' that it would take a lot of work to 'fix up' but there was another reason he was living in the basement and that went back to a very bad relationship in his past.

So, I began. Old furniture was taken to the dump. I lugged racks of recreational equipment into the basement. I suffer a lot of arthritis pain when I do heavy work and those first months were very painful.

My old '24' was Bruce and my new '24' was Warren... birth dates. Bruce died. Warren was alive.

Back to the basement conditions. I couldn't believe anyone would live in these conditions. The smell in the 1960's, or earlier, carpet, was astounding. A dog had tried to take over the bed, growling at Warren and attempting to assert dominance that really should never be allowed.

I stayed because Warren's promises and words of 'I need a Christian wife' seduced me into doing all this work. But, seduction has a price and we'll talk about that later.

I took the photo, above, after two days of cleaning out that very full room and re-situating the recreational items in the basement laundry room. I had to make room there before I could take apart racks and put them together again in the lower level.

By the time I got to the stage of cleaning the glue, from the 'indoor/ outdoor' carpet, off that incredibly thin hardwood, I knew I couldn't rent a machine, to sand that floor, because there wouldn't be anything left of the actual hardwood. When I looked inside the register at the layers of flooring, the hardwood was the thinnest you could ever use. If hardwood is 1/8 to 1/4 inch thick, you have to hand- sand the floor and that was not an easy job for me. The hardwood is very dry, in this house, because it is so old. When I, lightly, sanded to try to get the glue and miniscule amounts of varnish off the floor, the dry wood didn't really have open pores anymore. When the pores are no longer open, the hardwood will not soak up stain properly. There were 'fire burn marks' on the floor that could never be sanded out so my only reasonable option to refinish this floor was to use a dark stain.

So, this is a photo, of the same room, after I was done with refinishing the floor, painting all the millwork with fresh white paint and giving the walls a deep aged metal look... very quiet and comfortable colour to relax in. 

I purchased all my stain and paint at Dauphin Decorating. I applied to work there many times. I also purchased the vinyl plank flooring that I used in the new bathroom, from that store, as well.

Elfrieda, that's me, and Warren were barely able to carry the mattress from the basement, out the back door, around the house, through the front door, and then into the newly renovated bedroom. 

Circa 2022. If you knew how good I, Elfrieda, felt once this room was ready for me, each night, to rest from my labours,.. wow, that was the best feeling... knowing I had this room to rest and rejuvenate for each new day of renovation work I had ahead of me.

That was, actually, the second 'job' I worked at this house. The first one was to tear out the very smelly basement stairs carpeting. With each removal of old, stained carpeting, the terrible smells started to dissipate. 

I hope my on- line journal is a adequate portrayal of my four- year 'house investment' work at that address. 

Only Warren and I were living here during these renovations. Warren went to his job and I, Elfrieda, did all this work, by myself. Warren's words to me each day were... "You, Elfrieda, are so much more valuable working here, at the house, than at 'my work, Norwex.'

Our First Christmas until Now

 This is a photo of Warren's Christmas tree and our first Christmas together... 2022. The milk glass lamp, on the right, is one of my really old favourite antiques... my son wired it for me, new wiring,... oh, long before he was married. I bought the lampshade at Home Sense. The lamp, on the left, is one I purchased in Selkirk, Manitoba, in 2019 or 2020. My receipts are in my Dauphin estate home.

The 'Cosco' stool Warren is standing on is my invaluable stool... I can't even do anything in my temporary rental Warren has required me to live in until next week.

All of the ornaments are my 'fourty year' collection. 

The 'acorn' ornament I purchased at Sears...

Polo Park, many years ago... The golden, see- through hob nail ornaments... I have 7 of them, I think... I purchased those at Zellers...

Polo Park... many years ago...

The white sweater ornament I purchased at Canadian Tire in Dauphin... one only.

I think that white ornament came from a box of Gluckstein ornaments I purchased at The Bay, Polo Park... years ago.

I also purchased the candlesticks featured on the cover of my novel at The Bay, Polo Park...

2010ish...

This is one wreath I made... 2022... I re- make wreaths every year so Warren can take those ornaments, those are his... unbreakable, but the wreath is mine.

Last year, 2025, I invested a lot of my money in 'Fraiche' Christmas ornaments and a large Christmas tree... all of which I purchased at Walmart in Dauphin.

I really need all of that to start my Christmas decorating.

I purchased my large 'Fraiche' tree on the same day a very stable couple from Grace church was also buying a tree. Gary and his wife might be able to vouch for me with regards to that Sunday. I wish I had my church directory here so I could contact some of those folks to help me out but, alas, I have been prevented from entering my investment house, with all of my estate belongings in it, since August 29/ 30, 2026. 

I did send the dear, young pastor a message early this morning... It is so hard to sleep in this rental... doors banging all night long. This is not a place that would be easy to get used to. 

So, my survival items that I have found... purchased at a thrift store near to where I am, currently, living. I cannot afford this place so I hope Warren is fully aware that I will need his full support.

I am sure my husband will appreciate the fact that I purchased a marriage certificate, since arriving in Winnipeg. He felt that was very costly but I thought it to be a lovely necessity. I also purchased a birth certificate because I have been so worried about all my 'identity' papers going back to the 1980's.

I am waiting for our long awaited meeting with each other.

I would like to thank Warren for protecting me from SE, who threatened me, in 2022... I am quite willing to take out a restraining order against her... she was a terrible threat to our lives. At the time that Warren couldn't secure one of his old cars, from this female, (according to Warren, she had called him to ask for the 'loan' of this car after their break- up), we were also much inconvenienced with a defunct metal drink machine which was in the back of the garage as well as miscellaneous items that we didn't have a place to store. 

Gerd knows who this person is because she or someone in the company Gerd is associated with, hired her many years ago... and, check with Gerd to see if they also fired her.

Covenant Union

What is wedded justice?

Going back to 2010, as I was contemplating my 'big project' novels... I, II, III. I was never quite sure how many novels it would take to 'fully' explain the story of wedded justice.

I need my 'research' books... especially my 'Kings' book on the right- hand bookshelf, top shelf, of my Ikea 'Hemnes,' (the reason I purchased these is because they were still real wood), in the living room, in my Dauphin estate house. Over the years I have purchased many books from 'garage sales- homes, and church' that only have value for my historical writing.

Nobody is very interested in books such as these unless they are a history buff... and know what to do with the historical facts; how to arrange them; how to present them to maybe make them interesting to read.

I finally figured out how to make the physical to metaphysical leap in book II. I have been thinking about that for 16 years.

In the second novel, I have my name as El Guenter... my maiden name. The reason for this is because of the marriage covenant being such a central theme in any romance novel.

You cannot imagine what type of document, legal, can possibly become a commitment witness. My family has a copy of this document, which I will use to verify betrothal promises from the position of a 'witness secondary.'

This is going to be the boldest explanation for marriage and commitment that I have worked out.

I ask you... what is WJustice? 

I'll talk all about wedded justice in novel two. 

The one character, in the book, suffers greatly as his own sins come back to haunt him in the next generation of family he must care for. The character is fictional but the situation has been lived out, in history, many, many times.

 

Disappearing Act?

I used to cut Warren's hair. This is one of the haircuts I gave him. 

That chair is still my dining room chair from my April 1, 1993 purchase... my previous life, nothing to do with Dauphin, that's for sure.

The picture, below, is when we were on our Honeymoon, in Bath.

What I am really worried about is the 'incommunicado' thing Warren is playing at. Does his phone not work? Is he waiting until November 11, 2026 to give me a call? I know he likes to turn on the Christmas lights on November 12.

I haven't heard from him since August 29/30, 2026. I'm really needing money. I hope he didn't buy a Lexus and waste all that money on a sweet ride. I really need a new vehicle.

If the worst of my fears are realized... and my entire estate belongings has been moved somewhere... could people please ask Warren where all my belongings are. Are they in a storage unit? When is he able to pay for my apartment and then house in Winnipeg?

I hope he's not going to Penhold. I do think his three Christian grandchildren are very good kids... so far... just like mine in Winnipeg.

Maybe Stewart can get his address for me. They used to work together.

If Rhonda still works at McMunn's, Stewarts' wife, maybe they can get some phone numbers for me or ask Warren for my phone number so we can keep in touch. 

What I am owed

 

Here's a photo of my guitar which I haven't been able to get from my 225 Dauphin house. That basket is in the front room, there are actually two of them. They may not look very expensive but they were very costly when I purchased them at Sears, Polo Park, in 2011.

The basket underneath the metal frame one, is still at 225 5th Avenue, N.E., in Dauphin. I would like all my music CD's with my JVC radio/ CD player as well. That basket is full of my CD's as well as another square basket in my work room with my novel inventory. I really need my Christmas music... Johnny Reid, (Winter Star- I love that song.) Alan Jackson, my two volume set with so much Christmas music, and more. It is November already.

I really need my my Electra bicycle, which is being held hostage by my husband, at 225 5th Avenue, N.E., in Dauphin. I have checked out the price at one bicycle shop. It is $509.99 plus taxes. They don't have my colour so I would have to special order and that may cost more than the sticker price. If anyone, in Dauphin, sees my blue Electra bicycle, please call the police and report it stolen because the only person who owns that, in Dauphin, is Elfrieda.

Woah, I am owed $500,00- a million just from that address. When do you think it will get to me? I have contacted my lawyer about that.

I still have $60.00 plus? in my Fusion credit union account. I wonder if they can mail me a cheque? I'm not sure my vehicle can make it back to Dauphin... it's not always in the greatest condition.

My Personal Property

Ask a lawyer...

Here is my question for the day...

How do I find out who is responsible for...

disallowing me, the wife, to go to my home, the only home I have, to live/ and or/ to collect all my life belongings, dating back to 1981 or earlier?

Is the husband at fault?

Is 'the crown' at fault?

Whose rule of law was so used against the wife? Is it a hate crime?

Can one lawyer in a law firm represent the husband while another lawyer, in the same law firm, represents the wife?

Let it be known... this is not a 'family' problem because the man I married is the only person I married... I did not marry his four sons.

I have my own three sons and those are my 'family.'

 

My estate is very important to me, Elfrieda.

One of my favourite quotes, a pastor quoted..., when I listened, 

"The only thing necessary for evil to truimph, is for good men to do nothing."

The purpose of the photo, at the right, is to prove that much of my inventory and my 'Costco' racks, was existant, years and years before I met my current husband.

I have owned that that wicker trunk since owning my 90 Forest Cove house.

This is a photo taken by Elfrieda, novel research, at a museum, in Winnipeg, circa, 2012ish.

This is in my inventory, right.

This photo, right, was taken at 90 Forest Cove Drive, in 2014.

The toolbox, on the left, was a gift to my son, Christmas at 90 Forest Cove Drive. The toolbox, on the right, was purchased, by Elfrieda, at Costco, St. James, in 2009, and then sold to her oldest son after a two month retail shoppe on Inkster. This picture was taken, by Elfrieda, in her sons' basement.

These items are at 225... you can also see them on Pinterest... ca/pinterest/.com/eldueck
The page 'Movie Book' has a photo of my feet in a pair of shoes that I photographed at 90 Forest Cove... the shoes are in my suitcase, at 225, (in Dauphin) in the basement, on one of my antique bed frames. 

'Quilted Stories' has photos of my personally made quilts, (Elfrieda).

'Masquerade' has photos of my masks that I purchased for my novel, The Orchard Walk- El Dueck... The blue and pink mask, two photos, are 'Elfrieda' (photographed at 90 Forest Cove Drive during my novel project pictorial catalogue).

I could take thousands upon thousands of photos of my individual inventory items, at 225 5th Avenue, N.E., in Dauphin, MB.

P.S. I know my truck no longer exists but do save my license plate KJM 412. It's a memento.

My Personal Property

My life purposes are, currently, being hindered by others. My personal property is being held up at 225, my Dauphin address.

Book II The Orchard Walk

The first chapter introduces a very bad scene of two people, not married to each other, who meet and become a very evil partnership that many people have to eradicate. Not only do good people have to eradicate the relationship but they also have to stop their power moves.