Hampton University

Posted on September 10, 2015 by Lystria Hurley

Her Money, Her Mortgage and Her Menage

Posted on May 24, 2014 by Lystria Hurley

Grandma Lee’s money now was not her’s. It became her children.

Her belongings also got taken away.

Glendine, who was waiting for grandmother to return home, was kicked out of grandmother’s house.

And Vanderbilt, the mortgage company (who was ripping Grandma Lee off in the first place by charging her a 12 percent interest rate) came to take the almost- fully- paid- for -trailer away.

Prior to Vanderbilt coming, we asked Vanderbilt if they would work out a payment plan with the grandchildren who are in college, and give us a low-interest rate payment plan.

We can’t EVER lower the interest and you can’t pick up where your grandma left off. They continued, you have to re-buy the trailer and start over.

Since they did not really want to offer affordable plans, we tried different banks who asked for documents that we did not have and her children were not too willing to give it to us.

We had no other choice but to leave the trailer in the children hands.

When Vanderbilt came to take the trailer, they met neighbors who refused to move their poles and other property that the movers needed to move to lounge the trailer away.

So, the trailer is still there.

And all of this is going on without my grandma knowing.

Grandma’s money,mortgage and menage

Posted on April 19, 2014 by Lystria Hurley

After putting Grandma Lee in the Nursing home. Her son and daughter-in-law realize they could not keep up with the payments of the nursing home.

When payments got into the big picture, that means family started to get into the picture. Because “WE NEED HELP” became their slogan.

But, they forgot to realize that it was not them that needed help, but Grandma Lee. She was now in a place she did not want to be, around people she did not know and away from her comfort zone, all because of her children.

How long will she be in the home? No one knew.

“We’ll, before she leaves, she has to make improvements on her health”.

However, it wasn’t the best environment for her. How can one possibility make improvements in an environment their minds have a hard time functioning in?

So, one month, turned into two months and two months into three and so on and so forth until…she is still in there today.

(I got the photo from google images)

Her Money, Her Mortgage and Her Menage

Posted on April 19, 2014 by Lystria Hurley

A few blogs back I blogged about my grandma and my family.

My Grandma Lee fell sick late last year. She lived all alone in a beautiful trailer, on beautiful land, in the state that is for lovers. Virginia.

However, apparently, there aren’t that many loving people there. When she fell sick, her son (the only one of her living 3 children who lives in Virginia) picked her up and put her in a nursing home.

My grandma is the first one in the family to go in a nursing home. She is also the one in the family who took care of her mother, my great-grand mother, when everyone else was too busy.

“We put her in there because we can’t help her”.

“It would be better for us and her, if she was in there”.

When questioning her children about the medicine my grandma now has to receive (even though she originally didn’t take meds because of our religion), the reply was, “my faith is not that strong”.

So, they put her in the nursing home.

Church Family- Literally!

Posted on January 10, 2014 by Lystria Hurley

So, when my family went down to Virginia we went to church- of course!

Going to church made my Birthday all the better (my birthday happened to be the day after Thanksgiving).

But I’m not blogging about my Birthday. I’m blogging about the fact that everyone who was at church was literally related to me- from the pulpit to the door.

At the church I attend in New York, everyone is not related to me; so going to church in Virginia and worshiping with family only seemed like a once in a life time experience.

In this picture is my family and all who attended service that night.

Oh, and before I end, to top off having a good birthday, the preacher- my cousin, preached a message using Isaiah 40 which is the exact scripture I’ve been dwelling on since the summer.

Isn’t Jesus good?