The names have been changed to protect the guilty:).
Country Rose :
We lived in a small town in Colorado in the late 1970's and early 1980. We had purchased our first home, a 14' by 70', 3 bedroom mobile home. I was expecting our first child.
We had been trying to help a single lady and her three children. I will call her Cathy. Their rentals had the smell of urine in them and the kids and mother didn't have much. We gave them rides to church..
The mother needed some kind of stomach surgery and we offered to take care of the kids - Tim, Tyler and Rachel. Some of the ladies of the church helped us with food..
Overall, the week we had them went pretty well. A gerbil did escape out of the bottom of our not too airtight door of one of the bedrooms, which the kids were staying in. I remember having kind of a minor confrontation with the older boy about going to youth group or something. (Years later, when we visited, he tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I remembered him:)).
On the last night (we thought) of the hospital stay, Rachel, who was probably a first grader at the time, got sick. She was crying for her Mother. I think she was laying on the couch begging for Cathy. I promised to at least call Cathy so she could get some comfort.
When we called the hospital, we found out she had been released. We ended up locating her line dancing? at the Country Rose. Needless to say, I strongly suggested that she should come and get her kids.
To be fair, she sent us a nice thank you letter years later from Texas, updating us on herself and the kids.
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