Woah, "One Room Hell"

 Well, well, well, it's Friday. My husband got a call from a stranger and we can't yet verify if he was actually speaking to the person that the screen said was calling. We'll wait on that.

So, what I would like to talk about today is old age and bad decisions and a slight bit of possible dementia.

This story is about my Dad. My Mom was in a nursing home when this happened.

The first thing I would like to say about my Dad, is this... he was a highly intelligent man who had beliefs and concepts that were at times 'at war' with himself because he had, mainly, lived in small 'cloistered' communities where 'backwards and odd' behaviour is sometimes hidden and possibly approved of.

I believe the culprit of most of Dad's strange decisions, from his years of 90- 93, in age, came from his potato chips and cola diet. Unfortunately, he much preferred a yukky potato chip variety to a good homemade meal. 

About 7 years ago... I'm not totally sure of the year... I was single... Dad was alone... my children were all busy on Christmas Day. So, I guess Bruce was already dead... that could have, then been, 2022 Christmas. I made a entire meal of meat, potatoes, gravy... and brought it to Dad for us to share on Christmas Day. Dad was a very generous man so he didn't really like 'taking' without 'giving.' He went to the pantry and got his 'potato chips' and put them on the table along with the hot meal I had prepared. We prayed and the repast was enjoyed... "Don't you like these?" Dad said with a 'Help yourself' smile. I smiled, and said, "I like real potatoes and gravy and meat, like this," I put some on his plate.

The reason I tell this small story is that... Dad was much more able to think clearly when he ate good, nutritious food. I am a very strong believer... in many ways... in the area of food and the brain, I believe that food is the best medicine and the most important medicine. 

Now, fast-forward to the summer of 2023... Dad and Sara, thought it would be a great idea if I moved into Dad's house to help him, in particular, drive him around. That is, definitely, what Dad requested of me. 

So, my son and I got a bunch of my 'stuff' together,...

 after Restall and Restall law firm sent a letter to 3 Donegal Bay, telling me that I would be paid a paltry sum of $10,000.00 if I moved out of that house that Bruce and I shared. I had no intention of only getting that small amount of money because, when Bruce was alive, he said that half the house was mine... so, when he died, and I had invested in the property with sweat equity and almost $10,000.00 worth of bills I still have in photocopies... I assumed the entire house would be mine because I used my personal money to renovate the basement. The only reason I moved out of that address was because a very nasty man turned the water off, to 3 Donegal Bay, at the corner of London and Donegal. I saw him do it one day but I did not know who the man was.

I have never signed off on that estate and I have never received anything even though I did sent a copy of all my purchases to Restall and Restall, as Martin McKaughan, Bruce's brother, requested I do.

Now, back to my one day move to my Dad's house, 17 Chevy Drive. 

Most of my belongings had to go into a storage unit and what I brought with me, to Dad's, was supposed to be 'enough' to get me through the time I might have to serve there.

Well, things did not go very well when we started to unload my kitchen stuff and then... I was going to unload my gardening boxes but, woah, those went right back to Winnipeg when Dad said... "As soon as I die, you will have to get out of this house immediately so the family can divide the money from it."

I looked at Dad and said, "We'll take most of my stuff back to Winnipeg."

So, my son was there to 'follow my lead' because Mom and Dad didn't spend very much time with my children... dinners at 90 Forest Cove Drive... when I invited, especially for our personal celebrations of Thanksgiving.

So, that one day... I put my little black Baroque style upholstery button- tufted tub chair on the boulevard. The woman, across the street came to get it. Dad asked if I got money for it... I said no.

When my son was safely on his way back to Winnipeg with much of my stuff going back, Dad pointed to one drawer in his kitchen and said, "You can put your stuff here."

I looked at him to see if he was serious and it seemed he was so I didn't say too much but I wondered if he realized that I had been cooking for quite a few people in life and I brought all my kitchen stuff there, thinking that I would be cooking for him every day.

Things really did not go well when I said I would be getting the Internet while I was there. Dad, basically, said, 'when hell freezes over... nobody is ever putting that devil's tool into my house, 17 Chevy Drive."

So, I had a nap and then took my mattress and went back to Winnipeg before nightfall. I still had plenty to move back because I had brought quite a bit to 'be busy' while I was there.

By the Wednesday, Dad called to apologize by saying... "I just can't have things the way you live because I am old and I need things to be like I want them. I was so shocked at all the stuff you brought for the kitchen, I just couldn't imagine trying to change my lifestyle for how you were used to living."

I said, "That's okay, Dad. We don't have to live differently than each of us wants to. I will come get all the stuff I brought there and visit you like I have been doing."

So, to synopsize, I can't live in 'one room' in anybody's house as a grown woman, of just over sixty, who has raised three sons to adulthood, been divorced due to a very contrary difference of opinion with their father, as to how a person should live. I was not willing to cope with his alcoholism. The having my next 'husband' drop dead. Then being forced from my home. Then trying to help Dad. Then, finally, finding another place to live, not a happy one... and, in all this time... losing all my retirement money in terrible rentals.

So, this information is for those who haven't bothered to keep up with all the tragedies I have lived through.

     

 It has been reported...

that Jillian took quite a beating, yesterday, at 775 Fleming. 

Peter K. Dueck (long passed away), formerly of Evangelical Free Church on Lagimodiere, has a son named Dave. He has allowed two men, to kick and beat Jordan, Jillian and Liam.

Yesterday, Jillian kept screaming... "I am not going to be in a group with the two men beating me... and I won't ever be in a group with your family... Kleefeld Dave." (I will, voluntarily, make the required changes for any legal dispute to 'Aspen' if need be.)

The next thing that happened was that Kleefeld Dave took Jillian's bruised body aside and whispered in her ear... "This is going to happen to you every day if you don't vote for Tim or Brett." 

Now, what are Jordan, Jillian and Liam required to vote for?

Now, when I heard about this violent attack,... I contacted the Cross family, Jordans' in-laws and told them they should go to see if their daughter, and my son, and grandson, Liam were alive and well... And unhurt!

I don't know if the Cross family managed to protect my son and his family. I think they may not have because, this morning, smoker Tim, different than the other Tim, hit 10 year old Liam and they keep saying... "Breathe," as if they have killed someone. I am very worried. Please go check in on them immediately. I live almost four hours away.

Worse yet, a very evil man leans into Liam's ear and whispers the worst things you can imagine into Liam's ears... the same man who tries to disguise his evil ways to the world...

He says things like...

You are not important.

Nobody will ever rescue you.

Only people who are important don't get beaten.

I cannot even believe what this man also said this morning... He was whining about the fact that he won't be able to be a deacon in his church now that people know what kind of man he is.

Now, just as an aside... when I lived at 90 Forest Cove Drive, for over 28 years, my neighbour would, sometimes, get involved in a shelter for abused people. As we were talking one day she said, "It isn't only poor people who are abused you know. Even rich people abuse one another."

Diabolical Game

 As part of the investigative team, trying to find evidence of who has been 'playing the game.' I am ashamed to say that there may have been so many people that I knew for a very short time, in my life, that have played this diabolical game that has caused so much heartache, I can't even describe, to you, the terrible ways the feuding families tried to 'one- upmanship' other families to prove that 'they' were more important in some insane way.

It was reported that... one uncle, of my sons, 'paid' for something so my son would be so severely beaten, and left for dead, that his son could 'win' something. Now, I ask you, why was my son Jordan beaten for his cousin Tim to win something? Apparently, Tim's father also fisted Scott in the face so that he may never be able to work again because old man Dueck has left his diabolical seed upon the earth in his sons... It was reported that old man Dueck reached across the table and belted Scott in the face because, in this game of 'pick and pay' Scott wanted a decent vehicle to drive. Now, as Scott has always earned enough money, certainly when I knew what was going on in his life, to pay for his Tacomas that he purchased, I am in shock to learn of this terrifying behaviour that old man Dueck is trying to cover up.

It appears the father of Tim is in a strange cult that administers justice with the old- fashioned method of fisting people in the face. Tim is welcome to contact me to admit the guilt of this 'event.'

It was reported that... every time someone 'paid' it was an admission of 'sin guilt' and there was a group who then beat the living hell out of someone for that.

So, someone put the word out that... "Don't pay!" Because, if you pay, someone gets a severe beating.

So, could we take a poll and find out 'who paid,' who didn't pay and who thinks someone should still pay and, most importantly...

We all want to know what people wanted to be paid for. 

Verify... we also want to know why people were being coerced to pay for people who were considered much too privileged to ever have to pay. Evidence of this would be... people living in what we call 'glass houses' or very costly houses were being sheltered while poor people were being extorted from.  

Please contact me to tell me your story so I can write another book.

 

If you want to be...

... in business... you're going to suffer. 

So, you want to be in business? You must like suffering. That is something an old fella I rented a 'retail space' from, said to me... 

many years ago when I was living at 90 Forest Cove and trying to get out of 'dead- end' jobs.

I'm trying to recall the 'end of year' 7 weeks that I rented this space... at the same time as the local politician rented the space in the same complex.

My photos for this little retail space are on an external hard- drive so I'll add those at a later date if need be. I purchased a little black Baroque style upholstery button- tufted tub chair. Then I purchased a sleek black firm seating chair with stainless steel 2 1/2 inch covers on the bottom of each chair leg. (I gave this chair to Scott and Tammy when they moved to Winterton).

 None of the items I purchased to set up this tiny little showroom, sold. 

My black and white striped drapery, that I made, were put up and I'll have to check my photos to see if the black and white desk, that I purchased from Salvation Army and then refinished for that swanky 60's look, was situated under the drapery. That little showroom, completely furbished by myself, was really quite adorable.

Now, what was not adorable was all the money I 'lost' doing this little business venture. All the capital was my own... thank the good Lord I didn't do anything foolish like borrow money for this.

So, the day came when I suffered the most traitorous $5 sale. A woman, who babysat in the Meadows West area, and whom I had listened to for reasons of being a 'unpaid counselor,' came into my little business. I still have the little receipt taped into a journal, as a reminder of what the cost is... of kindness. 

One of the pastors I listened to for a time taught me this lesson with a fake, dusty, chicken sitting in his office. I recall asking him why he had such an ugly, dusty fake chicken sitting in a pastoral office... Oh, he said, that's to remind me of a camp conference that I was invited to speak at and the pay for my services that weekend was this 'crafty' fake piece of garbage 'chicken.' 

So, my 'crappy craft' story is from the babysitter who came into my little 7 week shoppe with an old dusty wreath. She wanted it re- purposed so she could use it another year. She didn't bring in any supplies to refresh this dusty mess. It took me at least an hour and my own supplies to refresh this wreath and, when I was finished she offered to pay me $5. 

She was in a hurry to get back to her little house for the after- school babysitting children that she had been hired to care for... so, she left all the mess for me to clean up. 

When she left, I thought, I am never doing anything for her again. She had no concept as to the expenses of a 'retail business' to set up and operate. I have never put up a shoppe like that again and, unless I had guaranteed real customers, I will not.

P.S. I am waiting for my children to come for a visit... much more important to spend time that way. 

God is Good was born

 When my grandson was born to my oldest son, Scott, there was such hope and promise of the meaning of his name... 'God is good.' 

I thought I caught a glimpse of him, at Christmastime, in 2024. I'm not sure if Scott's hearing was already impaired at that time.

I have this fond memory of him walking down Winterton, with Scott following him...

that was before I had that Hummer H3 crash... I was still driving that vehicle at the time.

More importantly, 

Way more importantly,... 

'God is good' was toddling and walking the way a child of two- ish does... happy, curly hair bobbing to his determined and strong gait.

We are certainly happy that 'God is good was born' into the Guenter Dueck family. It is such a faith boon for all of us... 103 family members celebrate him every day. I certainly hope he is safe with Scott and Tammy.

Update... Are they beating and torture... ing

 I haven't heard from my sons... it was reported that Jordan was beaten with a pillow case with a ball in it... upon his face, until his face was black and blue and bloody. If anyone, in Winnipeg, can go by 775 Fleming and 350 Winterton, to see if the Border Glass 'beaters,' who are going to jail for this, are still there... we can proceed with a prosecution. (are there a Ray and Dave and Tim, and Victoria who work for this company?)  

Mary, Sara and Dave, and Eva and Ray, my sisters (their husbands), seemingly, were unable to prevent this terrible 'event' but they are willing to testify to any and all violence that my sons have endured and live to tell about it. Neil and Anita will be contacted to see if they have witnessed this. John and Shirley may also be contacted for witnessing events such as these. Brian and Debra, I'm sure, are also willing to testify.  

Dave from Kleefeld apparently had plenty of money to 'not be beaten' so he paid...(please check with Dave to see if anyone has lost any fingers or thumbs or if this is a plan going forward) but he wouldn't pay for his nephew, Jordan, my son. I am ashamed of every person who has allowed my sons to be hurt. I am especially ashamed of Dave and Janet and their son Brett and Tim... and their daughter, Stacy, if they have visited 775 Fleming and seen evidence of this. I will expect their testimony to be in favour of Jordan and Scott, and Tyler in defense of their freedom to 

not be held hostage and beaten to within an inch of their lives. Please check to make sure all my sons have all their teeth... it has been reported that a mouth torture has been forcibly attached to unwilling victims.

This attack was unprovoked, by Jordan, and his son, my grandson, Liam. Liam is also being tortured and is crying tremendously... Liam is 10... It is my belief that he has been brainwashed to think that he might 'get stuff or money' in the future but the future never seems to come for people who are thus held hostage to these lies.

Jillian witnessed and maybe John witnessed terrorist acts, as well, but they were too afraid to step in. Jordan has been beaten until he is 'blind,' is what I have been told. Blinding victims is a terrorist act so he can never witness as to who has committed the crimes but, even worse... the 'blinding' of a victim also means they can never defend themselves because they can't tell when perpetrators come upon him/ them and Jordan and his brothers are now barely able to hear.

We are needing protection for Jordan, Scott, Tyler, and their families, from all the churches in Winnipeg... (I know that sounds like my sons need to be protected from the churches as if the churches are committing these crimes... pray God, it is not so).

Going forward... until this torture stops I have been told there is going to be a huge collection campaign for all the bodily damages to these three men... and, there will also be a a collection campaign for their properties to restore their lives to Canadian standards of law abiding civility.

My brother Aaron and Lorrie said Jordan has been beaten badly and I am waiting to hear from them as to why they weren't able to stop this attack. We shall see which of my family is making sure that all monies collected for my sons will actually go to them instead of being stolen and wasted by criminals... even criminals who are in the families of all involved.  

Worth Defending

 What do you consider to be worth defending? 

There's a sign in a window I've only seen once... I'll paraphrase because I can't recall the exact wording... 

                                                  "I defend marriage." 

I have met the person who put up that sign but I haven't, yet, had the opportunity to have a in-depth conversation with that person regarding that strong statement but that is what I find fascinating about that person.

I, personally, defend the freedoms I wrote about May 5, 2026. I believe that the freedom from fear is almost impossible to uphold or experience. When I wrote my novella, The Red Dust Healers, it started out as an exercise in 'healing of memories.' I actually wrote this novella before I wrote my novel so, when I couldn't decide if I thought it was good enough to publish, I started writing the big project novel, The Orchard Walk by El Dueck.

Quoting my novel, page 109-110... 

"I have spent my whole life conquering fears, one at a time. That's what Simmy's Adventures is all about."

"Was it your publicist who renamed the book? 'The Red Dust Healers' seems so poetic,... thought it would be more sale-able if we called it Simmy's Adventures." As she said this quietly, her mind was already focusing on the book and absorbing the emotions of the compassionate creativity that had driven her to write it. "We'll need to get the book from the Hummer." (As a aside... I owned and drove a H3 Hummer during the time I wrote my novel so I just wrote my vehicle into my book. I have since crashed it and no longer have it but I did for quite a few years.)

                                      "Simmy's Adventures- Chapter 1- Sugar Justice."

So, what I would, definitely, say is that I would defend my writing and my ownership of property, over time, and my ownership of my intellectual property... my novel, The Orchard Walk and my novella, as yet unpublished, The Red Dust Healers.

When I finished writing, although I keep adding possible chapters to this, as yet, unpublished work... I realized that all the chapters had a very central theme of overcoming fears. 

If you knew how many crazy people have said things like... 'I'm going to publish your novel and put my name on it,' I can't even believe people would say something like this... never mind, actually believe that they can steal my work. Now, I think someone who considers doing this is supremely lazy, lives in a world of make believe where they impersonate someone they must surely greatly admire to wish to steal their work. I, personally, am way too busy working on my project... which I find endlessly fascinating, to care what someone else is doing.

At first, when I started writing my novella... and, by the way, I had this thought, already, when I wrote my published novel... 'What if, I, Elfrieda, want to publish my novella at some later date? Well, to ensure that it is a seamless transition... I'll quote from my own book to my own book. Brilliant. I mean, what better way to defend and prove your writing could there be?

P.S. Wouldn't it be great if someone thought... well, I'll just donate a new H3 Hummer to Elfrieda because she did buy one (a 2008 purchased in 2009) and... maybe she needs a new vehicle... those are just my wonderful thoughts... I am certainly not the kind of person who wants anyone to suffer working endlessly for a material thing.