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The End Maybe Near

Have you read in your local papers all about the saga playing out here in New England?  The story of a family run business in turmoil?  Where one cousin was in charge and all kinds of money was being made and new stores held “Grand Openings”,  then the new shareholders wanted the other cousin to run the show. 

Well it has been a well known fact about this families inner turmoil for those who grew up near the where it all takes place.  I have looked on from the outside and as a trucker I have delivered loads of goods that would be placed on the shelves in their stores.

  When I moved to my home in 1988 I made 20 mile round trip runs once a week,  to do my food shopping.  No they were not the only game in town just a place that toted “More For Your Dollar”.  I have shopped at their many stores since I was 18 and now 58 I would say I have been a very loyal customer.  From the very old original stores to my towns brand new one,  I love them all,  what I don’t like is that family squabbles, yes we all have them, have to interfere with the shopping public.

You see back in July they told Artie T. he would have to step aside to let his cousin Arthur S. run the show.  The store was about to take on a look and feel unlike the last 40 years I shopped.  The workers were upset and unrest began pretty quickly.  The workers said “Bring Artie T BACK!”  You see he cared about the company as well as the workers and maybe just a little less about the bottom line as his cousin maybe.  The worker’s made signs. Some stayed home but most worked their shift and then stood outside for a month boycotting the way Artie T. was told to go.  They rallied behind him in a way that makes me so proud.  You see they stood up for a man they loved to work for and held their ground to the point where almost all customers showed their support for them and refused to enter any of the many, many stores of this famous New England supermarket chain.  Have you shopped at one of our Market Baskets/Demoulas stores?

Day after day we had to shop elsewhere.  Customers would bring their receipts to their local boycotted stores and tape them up as a reminder they had to eat and that this is what their beloved stores were loosing in revenue.  Store after store windows were covered with receipts how could management not see?  It has been going on for so many days that it is usually the lead story on our local news.  The duel being played out by the two Arthurs.

Well the recent news on this fiasco is that they will all will be fired should they not go back to the stores and warehouses.  Managers told to CLEAN UP the properties.  Signs of BOYCOTT must come down!  Receipts too!  See they have had enough,  well so did the workers. 

It comes down to power plays and greed.  Artie T. from the moment he was told to go home said he would buy controlling interest from his cousin.  There came a point where this group of CEO’s stated another local food chain was interested in sweeping in to purchase the whole package.  I for one watched that store put a Mom and Pop run small chain out of business when they moved in 3 miles away,  with great prices and as soon as the other one failed up went their prices,  which is why I traveled the 20 miles round trip each week for 40 years.  So should they sell to them I will continue to shop my local Farmer’s Markets and Meat shops yes it will be more expensive but I have my priorities and principles as well and my allegiance is to my much loved Market Basket store.

We miss you Artie T.

Rock on to all those workers who held their ground and brought this company down upon their knees,  begging for customers and for their workers to return to their posts,  when maybe they should stayed on theirs knees just a bit longer and gave thanks to God for all they have enjoyed for so many years here in New England. 

I will miss you so much if you go.
A valued customer indeed

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So sad saying prayers for all of those involved I was blessed to never be involved in one of these but saw a handful in 27 years :(

Originally posted on fox4kc.com:

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(CNN) — Three people were killed Thursday in a 30-vehicle pileup on Interstate 94 in northern Indiana during whiteout conditions, according to state police.

More than 20 people were sent to area hospitals, including one person with life-threatening injuries, according to Sgt. Ann Wojas of Indiana State Police.

LaPorte County was experiencing heavy snow and extreme cold and winds.

Police said half of the vehicles were tractor-trailers.

Police Lt. Pete Wood said it could take 12 to 24 hours until things get back to normal on I-94. Motorists were urged to find alternative routes.

By Susanna Capelouto

CNN’s Carma Hassan contributed to this report.

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Daily Prompt: Nice Is as Nice Does

Tell us about the nicest thing you’ve ever done.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.
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I try to always be kind so it took a few minutes to come up with something to share with you on this  DP Challenge.  I was raised to do for others in need so I will share with you, a day in my life as a trucker.  Truckers are good for the most part but like anything we can get a bad rap from the few who are not.

It was a rainy day as I traveled from Roxbury Massachusetts back and forth up and down the SE Expressway.  I was hauling a huge 100 yard, live floor, trash trailer. I would leave the transfer station grossing out at 100,000(pounds) GVW .  I would then travel down to a trash to energy plant on the upper cape and race back for another load.  The day goes a little slower when it is messy out, either we slow down or there is back up in traffic due to ones who didn’t and caused crashes.   I was coming back from my second  trip when up ahead of me people where hitting their brakes and trying to avoid an elderly man who was attempting to change his tire.  I moved over to the right land then up behind him with my semi.  I put the 4 ways on(hazard lights)and jumped out of my cab, in the pouring rain.  I told the man I would take care of it and for him to get back inside of his full size sedan,  to say he was shocked to see me a young, curvy blonde female offering to take care of him would be an understatement.  I went to his trunk and got out the spare and thankfully it was aired up and the jack.  I got on the ground, jacked up his car and loosened the lug nuts and took off flat tire.  I then put the full size spare on and placed the flat and tools back into his trunk, all within 5 to 10 minuets.  It was a torrential downpour type of rain but being the kind of hauler I was I spent most of my sixteen hours a day outside and up on top of my trailer so I knew I would not melt. I went up to the drivers door all the while Boston traffic whipping by, which is why I did not what him doing it at 70+ years old, and knocked on his window and said he was all set and I would tell him when to safely pull out.  He was so thankful he even tried to give me money, guess some people are not used to people just being kind and wanting nothing in return.  I thanked him for his offer but reminded him that it was my own truck and that my Dad would kill me if I took money for doing the right thing.  He called me an angel and I told him to have a wonderful day and not to forget to fix or get a new spare and when it was safe to pull into that Boston highway, off he went.  Yes I was drenched but  my truck was running with heat on I could dry off a little on the way back for load 3 and usually there was a wait as well.  See it is never about me it was about making sure he was not hit in traffic,  that I could not live with besides not many will chance hitting a trailer like I pull, which was solid steel, so I felt safe on the ground in front of my rig.  I felt good as I pulled away from the edge of the roadway and that is how I always feel when I do the right thing, like giving a helping hand.
 

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Happy New Year To You All

I am going to try this challenge :  Zero to Hero 30-Day Blog Challenge  so for some of  you who already are  following I will bore you. since many of you have been with me since the start but for this challenge I have to introduce myself and blog to potential new followers.

My Blog  is called Living and Loving and my name when I set this up was NUTSFORTREASURE but now most of my followers know me as Eunice, from New Hampshire.  We are a very friendly bunch I only wish there was a way to meet up with everyone in one spot and have a beautiful visit and party.  It would surly be talked about for many years to come, I am sure of it.

When I started this journey within these pages,  now known as posts,  it was a long Memorial day weekend and I was needing to learn to Live and Love again,  hence the name.  See it was me getting ready to LIVE AGAIN and I am on my way thanks to so many others I have here to follow. They are so supportive even if they have only time to leave a Like. :)

I am supposed to tell you what my blog is about and all I can say is life.  Laughter, tears,  joy and sadness can all be found here interspersed with lots of photos  and re-blogs of others beautiful blogs and some pretty tasty recipes to try. I see me as a person who likes to share pretty things as the world has enough ugly stuff going on.

I share crafts I do as well as life with my beautiful Border Collie JT,  just the sweetest female dog who came into our lives at just the perfect time.

I will be changing some things on my blog  as this challenge  is supposed to do that.  So bear with me as I work it out.
My intention is to stay in touch with all who I adore here but I  love meeting new people too,  the hard part is keeping up with everyone so I will get a new computer by the end of April so I can continue to keep in touch.

Welcome to all new followers and thanks to those who have watched me grow, I am sure you know by now how much I love you all

HUGS

Eunice aka NUTSFORTREASURE

How can I pick which one

Until March I had never gone away,  well from anything besides my home and I shared it with the love of trucking.  I had two pups then that traveled coast to coast when loads took me that far away.

Then again there was one occasion when we had six of the seven from their litter and they were small but weaned, that I packed up them up into the van and left them with my brother.  There were their four children and the two of them perfect as that left a pup for each of them to dote on.  I took the parents of these pups overnight on a run to Maryland with my then husband, as we needed the load there quickly and he could not do the hours alone.

So as we jumped into the rig and headed down the road I could not get them out of my head.  They were the most rambunctious English Springer Spaniel’s, already with names.  Remington and Diamond showed no signs of missing them, as each mile south was behind us.  I was not very good company I missed them so much.  We  delivered the load and grabbed or return haul and headed north once again, me calling my brother at every truck stop, no there were only payphones back then.  He told me when I called they were having so much fun not to hurry back , can you imagine. Many of you know me by now I just put the hammer down and got back home, as quick as I could get those 18 wheels moving!

So that brings me back to March.  This year.  I knew the cat and dog would be fine here with their Dad but JT has been my constant sidekick  and if I was hurting so bad, I knew she would never understand why I was gone.

So while I missed  the man in my life, he understands why I went away  but my furry babies would be top on the list for me to be Home Sweet Home!

Trucking

My Last Rig

I started out early one morning yes before the sun came up, as do most truckers.  I had delivered one load of water, with my tanker,  a few hours south of Boston.  I stopped for coffee,  for the ride back up to the mountains for my second load of the day.  I walked around my rig kicking each tire as I do after hauling a load for few hours, all was good they were all still up and lights all were working properly so I made my way back into the driver’s seat.

I made the trip up into the mountains of New Hampshire for another tanker full of Spring Water.  I took three or four loads a day,  six to seven days a week into the bottling plants as we prepared for Y2K, do you remember that in 1999,  as the world worried about life as the calendar turned to the year 2000?  Well I  had hauled rubbish, household waste for years then switched to hauling a nice clean load, one I never got my hands dirty or truck for that matter.

It was a gorgeous day out on the highways and back roads of New England.  I reached the top of the mountain where the water came from the spring and backed up to test the water and load the tanker, all 8100 gallons.  When it was over flowing I shut off the pump and closed the hatch on the top climbed down and went  around to get back in the truck for load number two.  I was grossing out at 103,000 pounds. Yes I had a reducible load permit, I was a Heavy Hauler.

I was always tense as I maneuvered my rig off the mountain, overlooking the Big Lake.  See there was a stop sign at the bottom, silly engineers, and I don’t SWIM!

The ride through New Hampshire was once again beautiful and then I entered the highway where my speed increased and I was hammer down to get the load of water to the plant before they ran out yes that is how fast they were filling one gallon jugs.

As I made it to the tolls on Route 95 South I went through with my easy pass soon I would be in Massachusetts.  This is where things went bad real bad and in a hurry.  I had just gone over the nasty metal bridge in Newburyport when I saw a  tire,  yes a huge semi tire ready to cut in front of me. I had never felt anything at the moment it came off but now I looked to my left in the mirror and saw a school bus I blew the air horn very loudly turned on my emergency flashes  to get everyone’s attention praying for myself to not hit this large tire and lose control of my rig and it’s load on board.  I already had my foot off the accelerator trying to let it slow down so I could start dropping gears and make my way to the breakdown lane.  Holding tightly to the wheel not knowing how this would play out I held my breath for what seemed like forever.  This tire crossed in front of me and the bus and then headed for the median strip never loosing speed or falling over to stop the nightmare and then popped up beside a Black Saab, yes it has been 13 years plus and I remember vividly.  The car thankfully was being driven by someone not texting or talking on their phone and they yanked the wheel to miss my tire it then went off the highway. totally.

Now as this was happening another tire came up beside me as I was trying to move over one lane at a time scared to death wondering if I could hold onto her as this had never happened to me not even in a car. This tire ran straight up beside me and then off to the right and over the embankment.  You see I had 22 wheels on my rig and  except for the two steering axle tires the rest of them were paired up.

I made it over to the breakdown lane and was happy my boyfriend was in the passenger seat for this trip not that he could do anything to stop the nightmare but I was shaking when I stopped and as he hugged me he said “I swear I do not know how you stay THAT COOL as you are at highway speeds and loose two tires and could have killed someone.”  Who was COOL?

Now out of the truck and not wanting her to be destroyed by the weight and airbags and springs taking a beating I had him crank the landing gears on the tanker down and we unhooked the airlines and electrical plug and I pulled ahead.  I then got out of the truck and I was so angry you see I had spent over $1,000.00 for two tires and new rims and all new wheel studs that weekend, I called my tire man from the side of the road and I can not say here what I said to him but I had him send a tow truck at HIS EXPENSE to come get me.  I called the plant up in the  mountains to send another driver for my tanker of water.

I then climbed back in the truck  and  then and only then did I EXHALE.

 

Life on the road is tough on drivers of rigs for they get no respect from other drivers but that day I earned their respect,  for had I been a yahoo with no common sense they would not be here and you never would have lived a few moments in the rig with me.  Yes I am a female trucker but a damn good one!    Do you know the whole time this took place and then the wait that ensued I never saw one State Trooper you see they know me and I am responsible and courteous  though at times going over the speed limit back in my trucking days, which is why I always put money back into my business equipment, my RIG, as I asked a lot of her.  Now for the rest of the story some day I will finish it and title it THE TIRE MAN,  as it is a good one!

A woman was just killed by a tire coming off a rig here in NH and I re-lived this event all over again bet you everyone on the road with me that day just over 13 years ago did too.

PAY ATTENTION not all things are within our power to PREVENT as I sadly learned.

 

Keep On Trucking!

Peace

 

The weather in New England has been pretty amazing this summer, some heat and lots of pretty sunshine. There were times we swore it would never stop raining but it did and gardens went in and flowers began to grow.

 

 

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The insects decided it was time to stop by the garden too!

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The seeds I planted for food also began to show they were loving the weather.
Yes that is a String Bean blossom and bean on its way to get big enough to eat.

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As you can see I love taking photos.  I just never thought to show anyone else.  I am glad you stopped by to see what I was all about.  I am evolving and growing and finding a place here on Word Press for the ones I FOLLOW to stop in and say Hello.

I tell stories, some with photos others so colorful they need none.  They are true.  I have written a few poems over on 20 Lines A Day where they are so kind.

Here are a few more photos I will someday tie into a post.

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This is my little girl Her Name is JT and She is a Border Collie

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My really COOL CAT Rhythm

 

 

Trucking

My Last Rig

 

My Old Life.  I was a female owner operator for 27 years .  I loved  TRUCKING

 

Thanks for stopping by my blog here on WORDPRESS, so nice to have you.

 

PEACE

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: On the Edge/BALANCE

I spent years really living on the edge but a very slippery edge, indeed.

I was a trucker who worked and worked, never getting enough rest. I was young and fearless.

After a divorce and a bad wreck( no not of my doing, lol )thankfully, life for me was so very different.

I lost my balance. I fell. I fell into deep sadness. Yes I mucked about pretending all was well but clearly everyone could see how I had changed. I lost ME.

Well things are back on an even keel.

I have a blessed life.

I see that now.

I blog with people all over the world who have had such deep sadness in their lives. I also have some followers so full of joy, it is contagious.

You see I had stopped caring. I stopped LIVING.

When I found WordPress I was in search of who I was.

I had to pick a name for my new blog and it came easy, Living and Lovin, as that is really all I searched for.

I am here to tell you that I found it and then some.

I eat right now and actually exercise in the amounts I need. Balance it is a good thing.

I wake daily and with coffee see what blogging buddies are up too.

I eat breakfast and do the housework. For years I really had stopped caring.

I now work in my garden.

Play with the dog.

Have conversations with the love of my life.

I thought I had it all till sadly it was gone. My edge may have been different from yours but clearly living on the edge is hard for anyone eventually. It will catch up to you.

It has been a long winding road but finally no longer do I stand on a slippery slope of sadness and despair. No longer a part of the rat race of life. I have taken back who I really am. I wake each day thankful for all I have. I do stop to smell the ROSES, well all the flowers. How could I have gotten so far out of whack? Are others as well and still not knowing it?

For me it is about BALANCE.

Doing what needs to be done and making time for play.

I play usually with a camera in tow so now they can all see the change. Pretty dramatic even when I look back.

My wish for all of you is to find your balance. With work, love, life and play. When you are out of whack that is truly living on the edge.

PEACE

Would You Leave?

Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home


If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?

I thought long and hard about this prompt.

Looking at my photograph above who would want to leave.

 

 

Many times it has crossed my mind,  like when nasty winter  Nor Easter’s roll in and dump huge amounts of snow.

You see I spent many years living a nomadic life,  in a big rig traveling here and there  but there were days I begged for a load to go back HOME.

 

I need a Home.

It is where I belong.

It would allow me to go play on the road knowing it was there to come back to.

Arizona

Arizona

Arizona is far from home for us.  We live in the Northeast and this is the Southwest.

For me,  a Trucker I always traveled far from home but for the most part I traveled within the United States with a dash into Canada now and then.

This trip was special as the man  I loved was not given much hope of a long life so we packed up the old Chevy van with camping  supplies and Gold Prospecting equipment we already had and the pup of course and headed west.  He had never been past the military base in Texas and that was so long ago for boot camp.  He flew in and out of there.  So this would be a journey for him but for me it would be like old times, well without the shifting.

We stayed out on BLM  land for 6 or 7 weeks till we had to come back for another visit with his doctor.  He did not want to go back home least of all for more tests.  I missed home and my kitty too much to hide my head in the sand of the desert.  We loaded up the old van and said our goodbyes to all we had met and I snapped a few more photos.

We came home to good news much to their amazement.  We could once again take out the map from my old trucking days and plan a trip far from home.

Trucking

My Last Rig

My world is broken in two.

The one above, there in my rig, took me to some of the most wonderful places a girl could go.

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Home Sweet Home

My home is now filled with LOVE

I swear I appreciate that more than you will ever know.

 

So I am torn

If I ever came into enough cash,  I worry down the road I would leave this place I love.

Never of course  until all who call this place home with me have passed on.   You don’t  hear about too many woman my age running away from home.  I suppose he would go with me but it is not fair to ask another to live your dream is it?

 

You see all the miles I drove my own rig I only worried about me.I went where the loads took me.

Never just one place .  I just went.  All across this country of ours.

I am a rolling stone in my heart I know this but I try to settle myself the best I can and do things around this place to show how grateful I am but it is hard.

The open road calls to me.

I know I make it sound sort of romantic  but for me it is.

I love my country.

I love its people.

I love driving in my own rig and taking pride in the fact I am a female driver and a really good one.

I love waking in a different spot each morning and  as I say this to you I also know I love it here.  With the man I love so very much and the best Cat and Dog anyone could ever ask for,  always laying at my feet or with us in bed.

I have a new family now and a life far from the road well not far,  I can hear rigs late at night doing what I loved.
I miss it really bad but maybe an RV and lots of cash and  our cat and dog with the  two of us,  heading down an US highway would be OK, maybe it would  take some of the pain away but there is nothing like driving a big rig.  It get’s into your blood I swear it does. He told me if he ever hit the lottery he would buy me a new one,  you see he knows I am truly a Rolling Stone and loves me enough to want to see me HAPPY.

I just wish I could stop missing the road.

 

 

Hummingbirds and CB’s

Well yesterday, the 10th of May, our Hummingbirds finally made it back here to spend the summer with us.
As I sat playing frisbee with JT I had a female hummingbird sit upon the clothes line just to the left of where I was sitting. She looked healthy and I was glad to have just hung fresh sugar-water out for them. The Apple Tree is what I go by. As it had started to look as if it would burst forth in gorgeous blooms, I readied their feeders.

Up here in New Hampshire we have the Ruby Throat variety of Hummingbirds and an occasional Hummingbird Moth visit us. You know I love these little fighters though, I keep learning more amazing facts about them.

So did you know I had just one tattoo? It is in fact a life-size Hummingbird and this was also what I used for a CB Handle. Now the handle was used when traveling cross-country in the tractor-trailer we never used our own names? Did you have a CB and a Handle? I was trucking when Burt Reynolds made Breaker 1 9 pretty famous. Many songs, mostly country ones, have been done all about trucking, highways and roadie. I loved Convoy’s line “Crash the gate doing 98 and let them truckers roll!”

I had some wonderful times driving the night hours out there on the quiet roads of America. I usually drove after we had our evening meal and kept laying down the miles till it was time for breakfast, when the ex and I would switch. He did not want me, a greenhorn, in all the rush hour traffic he figured at night with just other rigs on the road what could happen.

Well let me tell you one of the stories from so long ago. I was heading west and in Kansas and had stopped to grab a coffee to help get me through my 12 hour shift. The road was dark and filled with many wild animals you had to not only watch for but to avoid as well. While filling the thermos for my evening run I was talking with fellow drivers who would be going the same way, WEST. So we followed each other out and got our trucks rolling down the interstate and chatting on our CB’s we all introduced ourselves and they thought Hummingbird was awesome! I told them it was because I was FAST! They loved it and off we went hammer down, (pressing the gas pedal). We gabbed for hours with each of us keeping our eyes peeled for the police as we were not doing 55. Then someone who had the lead suggested we try something he had all his lights on and if you have traveled the United States you know what I mean, LOTS OF LIGHTS on his rig. We truckers have a special name for ones like this, Chicken Hauler. Yes we have lots of nicknames like our CB Handel’s, like your personal car is called a 4 wheeler. So with truck out in front fully covered by tons of lights and the one in the rear of our convoy(a group of MANY RIGS) with its lights on, all of us in the middle had just our marker lights on NO HEADLIGHTS! Yes not to swift, were we night riders of our countries highways, mostly hell raisers and non conformists.

So mile after mile with our radar detectors working over time ever mindful of State Police we continued this way for miles and miles at a very good clip! Then we hear the bird dogs go off(radar detectors had names too) as a trooper was headed east and running his radar and capturing us all speeding but also us dummies in the middle of the convoy running without headlights. Now they run CB’s as well and had been listening to us talk and I was a very young female and they were all experienced truckers and who do you think the cop came for, yes ME! I saw him go into the medium strip and it was such a dip I saw his headlights shining on the sky above. He then came flying up the highway behind us and by now yes all of us had our lights on and speed to about 60 mph but he had locked on to me he said in the end.

So my trucking CB buddies were gone, I was alone except for ex in the bunk sleeping. I was in big trouble! This officer walked up to my driver’s door and told me to come back to his police car. As I opened the door and started down the ladder of our cab-over Freightliner he saw how young I was and ordered me to go back in and get all my PAPERWORK! License and registration book and my Log Book! OH NO I was really in trouble I hated doing logs as I could not do them the correct way as I had been taught to in tractor-trailer school not with the ex.

So with all of this placed on the floor of the cab I climbed down then reached up for all of this and headed back to the waiting officer. I am ordered to get into the back where upon he proceeds to read me the riot act about how I could have been killed. I told him if I had to pay a fine on the spot he would really see me die, at the hand of my ex-husband yes really young and dumb! I was not to speed or play around and I had a CB and Radar machine so there would be no fines! In the end this trooper was very nice and gave me a $20 fine I mailed to them from home. Sadly this was not the last time I drove FAST, like my little Hummingbirds! I too had places to go and people to see.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you Mom’s! I am going to have my best one yet! It is also JT’s birthday!

Trucking

My Last Rig

It was 1999 and I was hauling the tanker you see in the photo above.  It was used for hauling Spring Water from a  New Hampshire Spring Water Company up in the lakes region.

Heading up the mountain roads to pick up the loads were hard enough on me but once loaded and top closed,  I had to get down that long steep grade, now weighing in at 103,000 gross pounds. Yes I was a Heavy Hauler and my load MOVED.  When filling,  the idea was to get it chock full of water so movement would be cut down to a minimum.

In the summer months hauling spring water were such pretty days.   Traveling from bottling plants back up on top of the mountain for more and back down again. Most days I did this trip three times.  Long hours were hard on me and my rig.

I fought traffic through Massachusetts rush hours only to be caught in one just trying to get back home to New Hampshire but I made decent money,  paid my bills and still had some fun.

Now all I just told you went on during winters as well and no,  not so pretty.   Maybe I should have had a camera with me but I was all business when behind the wheel  but now that I look back,  what a blast to capture what I saw out there on a daily basis. Stopped of course.

I changed my own oil in the rig as well as greased it,  from end to end.  I did all the  repairs I knew how to do or that Dad could walk me through or even help me with when he was not busy driving himself.

This is the ugly part of a day,  in the life of me and my truck.

I always kept great tires on my truck,  it is what allowed me to run day in and day out with no blown tires and left sitting on the side of the road.  Well it still would happen but not so often,  more so when I was hauling rubbish in and out of landfills.

Well on this day I headed out with 4 new tires for my rear axle of my tractor.  I gave my old  tires to the place I always did business with  and paid the man,  even gave him a friendly” Thanks so much”,  see you when the fronts come in Call Me!

I went up to the mountain to grab another load of spring water and kicked tires before heading down that nasty mountain road, never knowing it would be one of the scariest rides .   I was loving the ride knowing my tires were new and actually very pretty,  you see I even sand blasted the rims and had them powder coated.   I was out on a major highway here in New Hampshire and stopped to pay my toll then shortly after I was in Newburyport  Massachusetts on 95 south  when I heard,  then felt something funny, well not funny but you know what I mean.  I clenched the big rigs wheel and held on tight about this  time I see one of my new tires pass me!  Then I knew I was in serious trouble my boyfriend yelled ” aren’t you going to stop?”.  I swear to you I could not answer him,  this had never happened before in over two million miles of driving one of these.  I looked in my mirror to my left as the tire would surly head out in front  of me and into the lane beside me.  There was a full school bus and all I could do to warn anyone and make them pay attention was to lay on the air horn, which  had everyone’s  attention by the grace of God.  This huge truck tire was moving!  I had been in the right travel lane and bus in middle lane and we had lots of other company on the southbound side of  I 95.  The tire came across my lane into the school bus lane across the next one into the medium strip of the highway and popped up in front of a Saab,  who was not expecting or paying attention to all of us headed south with our 4 way emergency  flashes on. When he or she saw it coming straight at them they jerked  the wheel and it just missed them and off the other side it went!  I asked Dave to remember where as I needed to go and collect it.  Then the tire which rides beside it,  passed me and this one  could have killed us and many others  that day but once again by the grace of God and my luck,  it did not get caught up under us,  which could have had me loosing control and just horrible,  unimaginable  things taking place that day.  This inside tire took the path up the breakdown lane and thankfully no one was parked there.  It then left the highway and went down the embankment.  Dave again took a mile marker number down as we would have to hunt it down.  These tires were $400.00 each and the rims were expensive as well,  never mind what I paid to have the man do  the work of putting them on.

While wheels were leaving the truck and  traffic veering around the first one and me holding on for dear life,  I also had  taken my foot off the accelerator and was coasting all the while,  103,000 lbs gross weight of tractor-trailer and load of spring water.  I moved the truck into the breakdown lane,  the nightmare over.

What I explained here  in the telling of the story happened all within split seconds but seemed very much in Slow Motion.  I was lucky that day, boyfriend too but mostly the many people who had just been out for a drive.

Now as I am pulled over,  emergency flashes  still on  and I can’t move.  It is over but somehow I know it isn’t.  Boyfriend jumps out to check the truck out then I follow with cell phone in hand,  how I hate phones but this day it helped me stay calm and out of trouble.

I could see my poor air bags and springs and shocks where extended beyond  where they should be with all the weight on the other three  sets of duel tires  so I asked him to put down the landing gears while I called into the mountain to send another driver down to grab my loaded trailer and get it to the bottling plant before they ran out of water and had to shut down the line.  I have always been like this,  thinking of the other person though this meant I would not get paid for the load that was forty minutes  from being delivered but sadly I had more import things to take care of.

I called the tire repairman and have him an earful.  I called a wrecker and had him charged  for it,  though he assumed I would pay for it in the end.   Once another driver arrived and hooked to my trailer I was sitting in the breakdown lane so I asked him the boyfriend who was a big help on days like this to get me a chain and some tools and went about taking off the leveler arm  to get the axle where it needed to sit so I could chain it up and limp home,  no the wrecker was not for me it was to go with Dave to pick up the two wayward tires and rims and bring them to our neighbors,  the ones who had the fire I just told you about.  I got the truck home and parked over there and then Dave and the tires arrived seems they had both gone down and over and landed in nasty puddles of road run off he and the tow truck driver and tires were filthy.  I told the driver to bill the tire man for new boots too.

What a morning I had had on those new tires of mine.
What I wrote about here has happened to others I am sure in one degree or another but this one was my story of a beautiful sunny day till all the BOLTS SNAPPED do you know why?  Seems he had over torqued  them while using his air gun on them.  I too have used air but always tightened  them up by hand.  He could have cost us and the others their life that day and you know he even had the audacity to BILL ME suffice to say  I never paid him for second round of repairs.  I told him to take me to court so I could tell the judge the story I have just written here.

Also I have to tell you from the moment this happened till the time I made a drink that night to try to unwind.  I never saw one police officer.  None pulled over to help me or ask if I was OK,  you see they all knew me as a strong woman who did everything on her own.   I guess that is the good part as I got no citations but boy I sure could have used some BLUE LIGHTS to protect us from possibly being hit,  while we worked on the rig with traffic buzzing by at 70+MPH.

So keep your eyes open while driving or walking.
Please stay off your phones too.
PAY ATTENTION to where you are and what is going on around you.

You just never know and had I been gabbing on the phone like as if I was sitting in my living room I may not be here or that bus full of students.

Sharing More Of Me

Hi Everyone.
Sorry you were worried about me just silly Daily Prompts as I promised I would bore you all with more stories of my life. Now heads up this is all real and even made the front page of several papers, but again I am OK.

So let’s begin this story in 1997. If you remember I had the ex removed by law enforcement finally and started life again. I met a man ten years younger him 29 and me by then 39. I had the home but always worked. I have a neighbor here who moved in just before my divorce and she seemed friendly enough. I would care for her horse if she ran late Stormy loved my blonde hair oh and the Apple and Carrots I brought him. She in return would let my dogs 4 of them out half way through the day till I pulled in with my rig at the end of a long day.

I had Halloween parties, remind me to tell you about them someday, ADULT COSTUME PARTIES, and I always welcomed her to come nd she did. Well she had a neighborhood get together each spring and I attended hers. You know neighborly. Well at the party in 1997 things changed. She asked me to sign a petition to stop another neighbor from subdividing his 17 acres. I kind of thought it was a joke as he had spent two hours at this party before having to take his son to practice. She was single and so was he but no love interest either.

On that day I told her she needed to mind her own business when it came to a man wanting to sell some land to build a beautiful home for himself and son. He at the time lived in a single wide mobile home beside her. Well I guess the line was drawn in the sand for her. I was either with her or against her only I never knew remember I thought it was a silly joke we live in New Hampshire “Live Free of Die” our state motto.

She and the neighbors no longer waved to me and I was the one here long before they were. I hired someone to let the dogs out and back in and went to work to pay for the truck on my own. Hatred built up in the neighborhood as my friend and neighbor got the towns permission to sub-divide and build. It was crazy around here and I was thankful I was gone from 4 AM till 5 PM on most days I missed my dogs but they were well cared for till I got back home.

So on a day back in in 1998 we had parked the rig and gotten in our car to run to the store to food shop and I wanted to stop and leave a note on my friends trailer to invite him over for supper. I got out of the car and walked up to his back door to leave a note on it for him when my boyfriend says “Moe’s barn just blew up!” I thought he was joking I was standing with my back to him and never heard a thing surly I would hear an explosion. I turned and saw nothing but then he pointed to the fire all over the ground. I still didn’t see why till we saw our neighbor Moe full engulfed in flames with a horrible noise coming from him. He was melting I mean it was horrible we left the car on the side of the road and went running over to help. Dave took off his Tee Shirt to try and extinguish the flames and get him to the ground I ran to the house to find his wife. She was standing on the porch in shock and not running to the phone for 911 so I pushed past her, angry that she wasn’t. I screamed for her to get buckets or pans or milk jugs full of water and get them out to Dave. We had to cool his skin, hydrate him I do not know how or why I said that but she snapped out of shock and began to get the water out while I had to stay on the phone with 911 all the while we were 3 feet from a fully engulfed huge barn on fire. Dave said metal from cans exploding in the barn were ripping by him on the ground so he dragged Moe closer to the house. Now mind you 911 would not let me hang up till help arrived. I wanted to do more but I was told to stay on the phone. Should this ever happen again I will lay the phone down and help, I hate feeling helpless.

Finally two young police officers arrive and Dave and I can finally look up and around. The barn was raging, the news copter was hovering above I swear the turbulence made it even worse. Finally the Fire trucks arrive I am talking maybe 20 minuets or longer from when I made the call. The station is 3 miles away. We were all alone with this poor man who had had a horrible accident in his barn and now may die because it was just Dave and I there to help him. I was feeling so sick watching him writing in pain. All the friends of his standing and watching him burn you see when the line was drawn by me telling her to mind her business they had all banded together to get my rig thrown out of my yard. Me with 3 acres at a dead-end, all because she got mad at me.

I would like to say had I know I would have done the exact thing. It was what you are supposed to do for someone in need.

Now you can imagine a little town, small streets huge equipment everywhere fire not being knocked down they just let it burn and burn see it was not an accident. This man had poured gasoline all around the barn many gallons worth and had a rope already hanging from a beam. He had climbed a ladder and slipped his head into it preparing to die that day. He I found out had been saying he would for a long time, they just stopped listening to him. Sad really mx another drink and fall further into depression.

So Dave is with Moe who is in horrible pain and his clothes were stuck to him day wanted the cops to hurry the EMT’s along, you see Dave lost a little sister in a house fire when he was six. He wanted Moe to live. We both did. The cop sits upon his chest we still don’t know why you would do this to a man so burnt but it was when Dave saw them cut the rope that was buried in his neck from the fall and the fact it was a nylon rope didn’t help. Dave almost got sick. He ran to me to tell me it wasn’t an accident and then told me what had happened. I felt so much emotion angry we had gone into harms way for a man who had so carefully laid out his death, to running and screaming the best he could that he wanted help. By now it had been an hour and we were not feeling well. It was probably from all of the adrenalin that kicks in to get you through something horrible all I know is we just wanted to go home.
The wife was so thankful to us for being the ones who came to his aid while the others just stood watching. She called us angels. I worried about her. The police put Dave and I in different police cars with pads of paper to write down what we saw, heard and did guess they were worried we would talk and discuss and they wanted each of us to tell what we saw and heard for the record. You see a suicide attempt should you fail can land you in jail. Dave joked from the car in front for us to take the cars out for a race. I could finally relax I actually smiled and then told him to hurry up and write.

I got out of the police car first and one of the local reporters from TV holds a Mike up to me for the story, what story the one where a man was so very sad he no longer wanted to live. I told her NO COMMENT and walked up to the wife and hugged her and told her I was beat and had to go home and then told the police and Dave and I went right back to the house no shopping in no state to eat anyway.

We helped her for almost a year till he came home. He had so many skin graph surgeries but was alive and so thankful to be. He was getting help he so badly had been crying for. They still love us and think fondly of the two they had set about to get my rig out of my place. Funny how stories end from the time the debris was picked up till they moved I parked my truck in their yard across from my neighbor that started a war.

It was months before Dave and I slept without waking in sweats and seeing him running across the yard.

It was just two or three weeks after the attempted suicide that the wife begged us to talk to a reporter she wanted the world as well as neighbors to know that we were good people. I gave in opened the front door to Susan who would do the interview. She thanks us and I never thought about it till someone handed me the paper. We knew the story by heart, we lived it but it was the Editorial they wanted us to see.

Here is what her Editor after reading her write-up on us and interviewing the wife wrote about us.

An unselfish act.

Epping should be grateful to have people like Eunice and Dave, who risked their own safety Wednesday night to save the life of their neighbor Moe and his barn went up into flames.

Eunice and Dave were backing out of another neighbor’s yard, preparing to take a spin into town when they saw the barn on fire and Mo running from the barn with his clothes were in flames.

The ran to the mans aid, David taking off his shirt and used it to put out the flames on Moe’s burning body. Moe was screaming in pain through the whole ordeal.

This neighborhood has had its share of upheaval and controversy in recent months. Just a year ago, the neighborhood was up in arms over a gravel pit operation and demanded the town to shut it down. Squabbling over one issue or another has continued.

Other neighbors managed to put Eunice a truck driver, out of business by complaining about her truck being parked at her home. Theirs Eunice and David’s- was an unselfish act by people who might have had a reason to turn away, but didn’t.

The couple’s actions that night, not only saved a neighbor’s life but could go a long way toward fostering a true sense of community in their neighborhood. Anything is possible when people care as much as Eunice and Dave clearly do.

Now you know who I am though I think some of you figured it out. I love life and all it holds it is precious. I lost a cousin when I was 4 and he was 5 he was scaled at a family farm. My Dad was a Shriner he took us to the Shriner Hospital to teach us what matches could do. I hate fire so when I saw the Daily Prompt I somehow just had fun with it though they were very truthful answers. Nothing matters to me but life and love things are just simply THINGS.

Sorry for the heavy post but talk of fire brought it all back tonight.

Stay safe out there.

It was a shock to read the story she wrote never mind what her boss took upon himself to write about us. We were finally given commendations from our local police chief as well.

Love
Eunice

TRUCKING the last years

Trucking

My Last Rig

It has been a very long time since I looked at this photo.  I used to miss this truck so much, then it was the girl  I was, who had gone missing.

Let me tell you some background since a few have asked about the days I spent behind the wheel of an 18 Wheeler(this one has 22 ) .

So much happened before I became a trucker, guess you would surmise that,  as young girls really did not drive tractor-trailer trucks  in the mid to late 70′s,  well not in New England especially.

So do I begin here with this time period in the photo or go from the start?

I think I will do this blog from just before  the time I bought her till I said goodbye,  as there really is an awful lot for this  story.

I was divorced in 1995  and as part of the settlement of OUR THINGS   I had a choice to make.  Let’s see he had already just got rid of the truck he drove,  he actually gave it back to the bank with less than a year to pay on it.  He was drinking so heavy daily and I could not drive  TWO TRUCKS so he did what he did.  I insisted we split the days up with  him driving my rig(not this one) Monday,Wednesday and Friday which would leave me Tuesday and Thursday and most Saturdays.  At the time I was hauling rubbish back and forth from Roxbury,  MA to different landfills and trash to energy plants here in New England.

Things were getting worse living with him.  I never thought they could get any worse and there came a point when I had the police remove him from the home.  I had finally had too much.  Lost so much. I signed a restraining order  and told them he could come for the rig, with police.

It took a year before the final day in front of the judge.  All I wanted was the house, 4 dogs and my 68 Camaro and my Ford Pickup Truck.  He could take EVERYTHING ELSE!

In the time I sent him away,  I found a job driving for a local company.  I was now driving a Dump Truck.  Worked 10 hours a day and finally had a life but  not much money compared to owning my own rig but I was happy, really happy.  I actually looked forward to doing my hair and climbing into that Orange Mack daily.

When the judges final decree was sent he gave me everything I wanted. The house, dogs and vehicles.  Now how could I pay the house payment on a weekly paycheck, as an employee,  I really couldn’t.

My Dad knew I worked for a seasonal company so he gave me an old 1974  Mack to drive.  He paid for the registration and fuel and insurance and I paid him back weekly.   I worked that truck for probably 9  months and even put some cash away.  The Mack had a lot of issues being so old and finally she just could not go on the road anymore so if I was to truck I had to go shopping and quick!

I had a job to haul containers of beer from the pier in Boston or trailers from the rail yards in Alston.  I poured through books and found a place in CT that sold used trucks.  I saw the tractor in the photo above and thought she would be a good enough rig for me to begin again.  The man who owned the place was impressed with my knowledge of trucks see he threw questions at me to check, I was a female.  I had to prove to him I owed nobody anything after the divorce except my mortgage company and that the home was mine and not the ex-husbands.  So he put a paper plate on it and told me to take it up to NH and drive it haul a few loads and show it to my Dad to make sure it would be a good choice for me, and then bring him the decree so he could see what the judge had written.

I went straight to my parents home from CT which was just under 2 hours away and showed them what it looked like and then Dad hopped into the driver’s seat and off we went for a test drive  just as I had when I was 18 in a car he brought home for me.  He liked it and then we switched seats and I drove.  It was the first time I had ever taken my Dad with me in a rig, Mom had been several times but now it was time to show my Dad how over 2 mil. miles had made me into an awesome though fearless driver.  He loved the ride!   He said it looked like a solid truck for what I was hauling and that I drove it like a professional.   I could not be happier.  He asked if I needed any money and I told him no you see it was $1,000.00 down and a payment each month for 2 years and she would be mine.   That was 1996,  late in the year.

I hauled the beer and goods for maybe a year then I got antsy I wanted to haul the heavy loads again.  This truck did not have a double frame or a wet system.   I traded my Camaro for a Wet System which consisted of a pump and a tank which  held Hydraulic  fluid  and hoses and fittings.  This poor truck with her big Cummings Motor was going to set out to do the impossible,  just as it owner.

I hooked up with old friends and started hauling Bark  Mulch from a place in Maine all the way to Cape Cod and places in between.  I loved the work and the places they sent me as so many others would hit everything but the lottery in the customers yards that they started to request the Blonde Girl who was a great driver!  Everywhere I went I got smiles and waves from people.  See I was an oddity still and we were now in the late 90′s.

Bark Mulch was seasonal so I had to find steady work I had not only a home to pay for but a truck.  I hooked up with another friend in the rubbish business and started to haul four loads a day for him 6 days a week.   I now had Sunday’s to play with the dogs in the yard while the truck was washed and oiled changed for the next week of work.

I hauled garbage till it just became too expensive to keep tires on it with going in and out of a landfills  and hooked up with a Spring Water company.  It was now 1998 winter again and this would be my first experience hauling a tanker down off the top of a mountain with snow and ice.  I was scared,  very scared about stopping at that stop sin at the bottom, why do they do that anyway!

I worked that whole winter of 1998 and then in 1999 the real fun began.  I never got sleep I just napped in between loads. I hauled 3 to 4 loads of water, weighing out at 103,000 pounds back and forth to bottling companies, you see the country was getting ready for Y2K, which would happen  in the  year 2000, when the world would change as we knew it.  We hauled thousands of gallons of water,  as there were 10 other drivers doing the same thing for the company I worked for.  Stock piled water filled these places with fear about what would come of  the computers of our world and all the machines run by them.

As we all know we were really fine,  doom and gloom never came to be.  They would have a slow down in production so it was time for a much-needed vacation!

I parked this rig, tanker attached and locked up safe and sound and headed to FL where else would a girl go who loves the sea.  I took 3 dogs as one had passed away and the cat and boyfriend at the time and headed to his Aunts place for a little rest.  It was while I was there we decided it was where I wanted to be.  Get rid of the house go back home and get my rig and start a new life where things were no so hard on me or the equipment.  I could find work anywhere.  So we left the dogs and cat there with his Aunt and I was heartbroken as I headed north but I would be back in 2 weeks with everything I wanted to start all over again with.

We made it back  as planned I left the house for mortgage company to deal with as they refused to take the ex’s name off and set about finding my own place to call home.

So  I spent  most days in the beginning  when we got down to Florida getting caught up on sleep and sun tanning and playing with  my dogs, who were now 10.    I finally got the bug to really drive again so I hooked up with a company to haul empty cans to bottling companies along the east coast of Florida,  you see I loved the Gulf Coast .  My rig was getting a much deserved rest as well,  loads were so light I had to keep checking in the review mirrors  to make sure I still had the trailer hooked to it.   Life was GOOD,  it really was the best. I was so very happy, finally, the year was 2000.

Well around August I received mail from the company holding the loan on my home.  It seems they didn’t want it either and had given it to me free and clear only stipulation was I had to live in it.  I was shocked to say the least.  They asked me to go back to the home I loved so much in the woods of NH and lock the doors as I had left it cleaned out and spotless with doors unlocked for potential buyers.  Now what go back, start again I didn’t want to.  I liked it here in Florida  but some of my dogs were buried there,  it was home.  At this point I was tired of making decisions really on my own as the boyfriend at the time was younger than me and OK with me doing it all. Yes I am now sadly aware that was who I was and nothing to do with him.

I decided I would go home alone with him and the pets but no rig.  It was an old truck now,  pretty and in great shape but not for another season of hard,  nasty weather.  I placed a For Sale sign in the back window and within days a man approached me and asked if he could check it out which he did and bought it with CASH.   I had lots of money to pay his Aunt’s bills up to date, pay my brother cash I owed him  and fuel for the van and enough to live on upon getting back to NH where I would also have to put electric on, fill the propane and hook up TV and internet.

We packed everything back into a U Haul,  kissed everyone good-bye.

We were coming home.

I miss that truck and the freedom she gave me out on the roads but you see I finally get that there is more than one chapter in this woman’s life.

Time to LIVE IT!

the beginning and the middle will come with time STAY Tuned

Good Morning

Just want to pop in before the week gets crazy for all of you baking and cooking up a storm or running off to catch a plane.  I wanted to thank each and every one of you for following and or liking my space here with you.  This is a  wonderful time of the year. A time to give THANKS for all we have.  Times are really tough not only here in the US but sadly around this world.  I pray daily for this world to live in Peace and Harmony.

I hope you will make memories here in the states with your family and friends.  That you travel safely to and from your homes.

You see it  is coming upon the day my life changed with one rear-end collision.

I had spent Thanksgiving at my parents home with my brother and his family also attending.  We left early as I had to drive a dump truck the following day/  A girl has to work you know.  So I did I trucked probably 13 loads that day for the boss and then met up with my boyfriend at the time and his boss.  They asked if I wanted to go to the Casino.  I really did not want to go I had been driving all day in heavy equipment which can beat you up pretty badly.  Seems they had discussed going for a few hours long before I showed up.  Men!  Well neither of them had rights to drive a car so in the end I said I would go for a few hours, two-hour trip down maybe five hours there figuring that would be enough time for them to lose all their cash, me I love games of chance but work so hard for my money and am so responsible that I take just $50.  This night we left at 8:00 PM from his boss’s home and headed south to CT.  We were going to Foxwoods.    We made good time as there really was no traffic due to it being a holiday weekend.  I went in with them and watched for a little while then I placed $20 into a One Armed Bandit machine,  SLOTS  I like the lights flashing and the sounds that come from them but not how they suck you into feeding them more and more hard-earned money.  So I played that $20 for all she was worth till it was gone then told the men I was going to get some sleep out in our conversion van.  I slept till his boss who was also tired wanted in to sleep as well.  I fell back to sleep till about 4 AM and wanted to head north so I went in search of the boyfriend.  I found him glued to a Poker Machine and I said we wanted to head home.  He answered “but I’m up $500!”  I laughed and said “good as we could use the extra cash for heating and Christmas”.  Not happy but not having a license he had no choice but to cash out and make his way with me home.  The dogs would need to go out by the time we got back.  We had 3 of them.

Now we are all in the van and getting ready to leave the parking area and I  make plans to go to the coffee shop a DD at the next light.  While sitting in our new van at a Red light we were rear-ended by a Casino Tour Bus doing 35 mph or more.  I went unconscious upon impact his boss’s eardrum blew as he was laying down on back bench seat and boyfriend was pinned for a moment in the passenger side.  No air bags deployed who knew they did not when you are hit from behind.  Every seat that was being used by us snapped upon impact.  No none of us had seat belts on as we were just going into a local coffee shop for a cup for the ride home.  I would have broken left leg and two thigh bones had I k=not been thrown to the rear of the van.  My left calf is still HUGE after 12 years.  Knee is still torn to pieces not to say a thing about my back.  The two of them who stayed in their seats healed over time but I am left with injuries and memories of a night just the day after showing many thanks.

It was 4 years later the doctors sat me down and said I would probably never drive a Big Rig again and on my Birthday.  Such a very sad day for me. I tear up still with just going back to that day.

 

So now 12 years later I am alive and very thankful to be. So many things in my life would be so different had that accident not occurred I know that now but it was still a long 12 years.

So really pay attention while out there not only to your driving but put down the phone and pay attention my parents almost lost me that day and it was the bus driver on the phone.

 

No pretty photo for this post as there really was none.

I have made up for it this past 6 months with all of you.  Thanks for being there when I needed you the most.

XO

Eunice

SKULL

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Now in all the years I was trucking I must say I never hauled a load such as this!

 

We  LOVE HALLOWEEN  in New England

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Hallamore Trucking Team of Horses

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Hallamore Team of Horses

Horses Arrive

 

Hallamore Horses

In Their Stalls

 

 

Hallamore

Harnesses Await

 

Hallamore Team of Horses

Getting Dressed

 

 

Hallamore Trucking/Hallamore Team of Horses

The Rest

 

 

 

Hallamore

So Calm

 

Hallamore

So Beautiful

 

 

Hallamore Team of Horses

Ready

 

 

Hallamore Trucking's Team of  Work Horses

Coming

 

 

 

TEAMSTERS?

That’s it for my show

 

 

Hallamore

Close Enough to feel his breath

 

 

 

Hallamore Work Horses

That’s All Folks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Home Sick(weekly Challenge)

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20 Lines A Day Weekly Challenge
My entry for HOMESICK :)

Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:

This is crazy.

I am a grown-up.

I have been in a rig now for 2 months.

New license in hand, miles logged per DOT rules.

 

I am part owner of this rig but I am not really in control.

The damn dispatcher won’t let me go home.

He said I can’t make money if I am sitting at home.

 

See I have no home.

It was sold to buy a truck, to run the road with.

 

I do have parents and brothers and I miss them

so much.  I just want to go home to those who love me,

really love me.  I am learning now that when I said I do

it didn’t mean he did!

 

Homesick out on the road.  So many new things to see

and I find myself wanting to see only the things I know.

 

I called the  dispatcher…

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Daddy

The years click off so fast Daddy.

I miss you so much.

I listened to the race cars last night

and thoughts went back to our love

of horsepower,speed and the smell of rubber

Burning.

Today will be spent selling JUNK, lol your favorite thing to collect!

Watch over me Daddy

so I don’t go and sell them too CHEAP, lol really I just want it gone 

but in your memory and our use of tools when racing and trucking I will look for good

owners.

Love you Daddy

Let me introduce myself.

HI

My name is Eunice and I live in southern New Hampshire.

I am in a Master Beading Program where I am still an apprentice after 1 year.  So much to learn.  I have been learning how to do Peyote, Spiral and Herringbone stitches, which I use in earrings, necklaces and bracelets.   I also make eyeglass lanyard using a technique known as Kumihimo .  This is an ancient Japanese beading technique done with cord and your choice of beads.(I will be adding photos of projects I have finished  to give you an idea of where I am at with designing)

I also love melting(fusing)glass in my kiln.  I use fuse-able glass as well as Dicrohic   Glass.  I also own a torch and love taking a glass rod and mandrel heating them in a flame and watching the glass wrap around the mandrel and forming my own glass bead.  I can decorate it with the use of stringers and frit.  Stringers are very thin rods of glass and Frit  is crushed glass I can roll a hot piece of glass in to pick up different colors as well as texture.  I love my time in the barn where I do this work.

I am also in love with photographing life around me.  I always have been but have just started sharing with others.

OK now for a real surprise for those who do not know me.  I am an injured Tractor Trailer Driver/Owner.  I have been  driving big rigs since the late 70′s when it was really unheard of to see a young female behind the wheel of a Big Rig.  I have traveled  across this country of ours and have so many fond memories of life on the road as well as years I spent hauling goods, all over New England.  I was hurt in an auto accident in 2000 which has since taken the ability to drive a rig for 15 hours

Sunrise

Hampton Beach

a day so I had to find something to keep myself busy and happy,  as I was a complete mess  after being told my trucking days were over.  It was who I was, now what?   So I went back to my roots.  I always loved crafting and art in all forms.   So as I learn this BLOGGING I hope to show you what I love through my photos and words.  Feel free to comment or follow me as I really do want to get better at all I attempt to do.

Thanks again

Eunice

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