FINAL YEARS — 2005-?
Second Sale of Condo
The new dry wall for the condo was finally installed in early February after much delay in making updates to meet city code
requirements, as well as shortages of labor and materials. Earl suggested to me that we offer the condo for sale in its bare
condition, as some buyer might prefer to make the restoration of walls, floor coverings, etc., with their own choices. He put a
for sale sign in front of the condo and a ten-day ad in the papers with an asking price of $189,500, "as is". He said
he based his price on the askings for similar water-front condos. Incredibly, 61 persons came to see the condo, and two agreed
to the asking price, the first one making the down payment getting it. So I had $55,000 more to give to the Lord's work than if
the first sale had gone through. That answered my question of "Why Charley?". As I had promised to the Lord, I split the net
from the sale seven ways, distributing $35,000 to each of EPC, NFMPC, ECHO, HAFF, and Laura Haas's work in South Africa; $10,000
to the Corwins, and $1,000 to Lucy Moore's Precious Life. Earl Jordan got $5,000 for his salesmanship. Since all the income I
receive is from the Lord, I am only the steward of it, having the privilege of distributing it as the Lord leads me, including
my own living expenses.
Winter and Spring, 2005
Living in the country doesn't change much with the seasons. My lifestyle was essentially unchanged,
though I realized that I would have to give up living alone. On
Will's visit in April (spring break at the college where he was
teaching) I took him to see the assisted living facility called
Cordia Commons at West Bay, popularly called "Westbay", in
downtown Cape Coral. A retired pastor and his wife, Rev. Paul and
Geneva Faris, had been holding Sunday afternoon worship services
there for many years, and spoke highly of the place. Both Will and I
were sufficiently impressed for me to make a deposit, and I planned
to move in on July 1st, the anniversary date of my move to the
Emily Becomes Mrs. Clayton
Emily and Mike Rohde divorced in 2003. Emily
married Kyle Clayton on May 5, 2005, in the resort town of Petoskey
MI. The wedding was a small one, attended only by Will and Judy and
his parents and some cousins. Kyle's father gave them a honeymoon
weekend on Mackinac Island.
Bruce & Adele
Adele Caruthers sent me this picture of herself and her son Bruce, taken in September 2006. Bruce is now 37 and
lives with her. He works as a computer phone technician.
Life at Westbay
As the time drew new the management of Westbay offered to have me
enter early, without charge for the days in June, so I arranged with
Harry Volkner, head of property for ECHO to move me on June 17th, and
I would give him all the household goods and food I would not need at
Westbay. Since Harry was in the process of building and furnishing
six houses for interns and visiting missionaries, he was glad to get
my things. So I had another easy move. Everything I wanted fit
beautifully into my one-room-and-bath apartment, and I have enjoyed
living here. I am provided with three excellent
meals a day, seven days a week, laundry service and room cleaning
weekly, and emergemcy medical care. But it is the most expensive
"restaurant" I ever ate in!
I had purchased a new
(Dell) computer system in the fall of 2004, which of course I brought
with me. I could continue my work for ECHO in my room (see right) as effectively
as at ECHO. Since our newly formed church (North Fort Myers
Presbyterian Church) met in ECHO's auditorium, I could update my work
status once a week. However, this work dried up in the following
winter, so I was left to find something else to do in 2006. Bonnie Price had
urged me to write up my experience as an intern at HAFF in Haiti, so
I decided to update and expand the second edition of "My
Biography." This time I would make a CD out of it, so that it
would not be limited in photos or text, and could be cheaply
reproduced and mailed to my relatives and friends. Also it could be
updated easily from year to year, and thus serve as a history for the
expanded Mitchell families.
When I first moved in I was invited by the management to conduct a Bible study
once a week. This was attended by two or three regulars and a half a dozen or so
who came off and on. Being scheduled at two o'clock it would be held at the time
I am normally taking my afternoon nap. So on two consecutive weeks I slept
through the appointed time and had no students. The third week another event (a
once-a-year activity) intervened, and on the fourth week I slept through the time
again. That did it. The one remaining person strongly recommended that I give
it up, which I reluctantly did.
On Will's visit in March 2006, he took several pictures for me, including the one above and the two to the left and right here.
On the left you see me signing in (or out), as I did several times a week. On the right you see me and my tablemates, Bobby,
Betty, and Paul. The other activity I undertook, again with management's approval and scheduling,
was to show videos and DVDs of famous movies of the past, at 2pm on Saturdays. I didn't attend the
showings myself, as I was always too tired to do so. At first I used the videos
Mary Chalotte had purchased, and when these ran out I got videos and DVDs from the
Public Library of Lee County in Cape Coral. Since the library allows me to take five at a time for
two weeks, for many weeks I did so, showing the additional films at 6pm on whatever
evening my tablemates wanted them.
One sad event occurred Tuesday, November 8th — one of our elders, Lanny Moore, went
to be with the Lord. He had contracted lung cancer nine years earlier, though he had never
smoked. He had one lung removed a year or two later. Four years later the cancer broke out in
the other lung. He battled through several courses of chemotherapy and radiation treatment,
but the cancer finally won. Our pastor, Dann Cecil, preached a beautiful evangelistic sermon
at the memorial service the following Saturday, answering from the Bible the obvious
question: Why does the Lord allow his most faithful servants to suffer so much? So many
people wanted to attend, that we borrowed MacGregor Baptist's huge sanctuary, and more than
500 attended. His widow, Lucy, has kindly written up his illness for me, and I urge you
to read it at Lanny Moore's Battle with Cancer.
I Visit Will and His Family
Here we have the whole family around me (see left: back row, left to right)Mark's
wife Cristina holding their one-year-old Agatha, Judy, Will; (front row, left to
right) Mark, Brynn, me, Evynn, Emily holding two-month-old Merynn, and Kyle. On the
right you see me with Emily's three: Evynn and Brynn holding Merynn. The
occasion was a week-end holiday at a guest ranch somewhere in Indiana, where all three
families congregated from their several homes (Chicago, Midland (MI) and Shelbyville).
Also attending but not shown in the picture was Judy's mother Mary Ann Wasson. It was
a great time, at which the older girls got to know me as a legitimate member of the
family. I also found out how frail I had become, as Will insisted on shepherding me
between the two cabins we occupied six times a day, and assured it by keeping our
cabin locked with the key in his pocket. The time went by like lightning, and I soon
found myself back in Will's home in Shelbyville, where he and Judy both treated me like
a royal visitor, spending many hours reviewing pictures and reading through the text of
my DVD. Judy found copious typos, most from the program that translated the scanned text
of the seond edition of the book into printable characters for the new DVD.
Convinced now that Will and Judy really want me to move near to them, I made a deposit on
a room in a nearby assisted living facility, McKay Manor. The only thing left was to determine
when to move. The date Will suggested was Sept. 28th, so now all I had to do is pack up
my belongings and prepare to move. Another chapter in my life closed.
The move was nearly painless. I flew to Indianapolis, where Judy picked me up and took me to
McKay Manor. Will drove my car up with my furniture and personal effects, arriving the next
day. He and Judy had me moved in completely that very day. Now I really am at the last place
in this life, the Lord willing. As of this final writing, I am slowly getting acquainted with
the other residents, the local Presbyterian church (175 years old), and the shopping
community. Au revoir!
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