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Time for a Dream about the Future - Chapter 18

Updated on April 16, 2011

Time for a Dream about a Light Green House

Richard would read my lengthy emails, always interested in the next phase of my life. I continued telling him about the aftermath of James' arrest by the FBI.

"James did not go to jail, but was on probation for five long years. The judge told him that he had to work to support his family.

Every time James had a life crisis, he made such convincing promises about "doing right" that I would stay. The boys were only single digit, so I decided to keep the family together.

I was so blessed to have the rental monies from the upstairs apartment to pay the monthly mortgage; the money I made styling hair in my kitchen was almost enough to pay the utilities. James salary from a small trucking company was $5. per hour and was used to buy groceries and gasoline for the 1968 Ford Falcon that James drove to and from work.

The children's grandmothers would send new clothes for birthdays and special occasions. My dad never sent any money and never came to see us. My mother and sister would drive the four hundred miles during the Christmas holidays to see how much the boys had grown. My brother and his wife came by once.

In 1973, my paternal grandmother died. We traveled to Savannah to attend the funeral.

While there, mom told James that her long time neighbor was the head of the local carpenter's union. She was aware that James had been a carpenter during his life time and thought he might be interested in going back to work in that field. She was right.

James talked with the union boss of the carpenter's local about a job in Hilton Head, South Carolina. At the time, Hilton Head was booming! When he offered James $10.50 oer hour, an agreement was made for James to start within two weeks as a union carpenter.

When we returned home, James got his tools and rode the Greyhound bus back to Savannah to stay with my parents. He bought an old "clunker" to drive to Hilton Head and I was able to have the car.

In the meantime, I enrolled Blake, now twelve, Chase, eight, and Dave, seven, in little league softball for the spring, 1973. They practiced in the schoolyard across the street. The boys liked playing in their new uniforms and I enjoyed watching the games.

The thoughts of moving stayed on my mind. I wondered what the house would look like: would it be near mom, near schools, in a friendly neighborhood? During the month of May, with the questions in my mind, I had a very vivid dream.

In the dream, I entered a concrete block house, painted light green, through a screen door. I stepped over a hole in the floor as I entered a large room. I immediately noticed a weird drawing on one of the walls. It looked as though it had been drawn by someone on drugs. At first I thought I was seeing an airplane, but on second look, I realized it was a flying elephant, as in Walt Disney's "Dumbo".

The colors were very bright and applied on a black background. The room had finished walls, but only plywood on the floors. Just as I was leaving, I thought "This room has great potential".

The dream continued: as I walked out the same door I entered, I saw a man, who looked like the popular conception of Abraham Lincoln: tall, slender, with a neat beard. He was talking to a little red headed girl. This was the end of the dream that ran like a movie in my mind.

When school was out, the boys and I made a trip to Savannah to find a home to live in. I had wanted James to handle this, but he did not.

We stayed at the old home-place with my parents who were in their sixties. As I rode around, I kept looking for a light green concrete block house.

After being in Savannah for about a month, I received a telephone call from a lady who had been told about our situation. This person had a house for rent in Garden City, about seven miles from mom and close to the schools.

On a Sunday afternoon in July, 1973, James and I went to meet Nola Dawson, who was going to show us the house. It was not green. In fact it was white with black trim and very stark looking. But I kept an open mind and we went through the place. There were three bedrooms, two baths, a twenty-five by fifteen square foot living room and dining area, plus kitchen with built in cabinets.

It was adequate for our needs and the price was only $300. per month. We agreed to move in.

As I was preparing to leave, Nola remarked,"I forgot to show you the back room". She explained that the room had been closed in within the past few months, but had never been finished.

When we walked through the door, I saw the drawing that was in my dream!

I proceeded to tell her the details of the dream that I had back in May. When I stated that I was confused because the house I dreamed about was painted light green, she grabbed my arm.

"I bought six gallons of light green paint last week," she said. "We haven't had time to paint the house."

We both got chills, and tears came to my eyes. Not only had my futuristic dream shown me the unusual picture on a bedroom wall, but the color of the house even before the paint was bought!

Once again the Lord had shown me that He was in charge and I was exactly where I should be."



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