Mind the Gap!!! The train is in the station!
Those who have travelled the London Underground and UK railway system will know the call to “Mind the Gap” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind_the_gap a reminder there is a gap between the train door and the platform . The warning is used in countries around the world.
I have been thinking about the “gap” – rather than the train and platform we have the gap of mistrust getting larger (imho) between politicians/government and “real people”. Like it or not from what I am seeing the”credibility” gap is darker and wider and a warning to those on the voter train and the political platforms beckoning the voter to alight to their station. All need to watch their step!
Among all people in Lorain, 30.6 percent have income that in the past 12 months was below the poverty level.
But the poverty rate rises to 68 percent for families comprised of single mothers with children under age 18.
And the highest poverty rate — 82.9 percent — is found among Lorain’s single mothers with children younger than age 5.
By comparison, Lorain married couples with children under 18 have a poverty rate of 20.4 percent.
There is a definite gap here. One thought, as I read the article, is the “gap ” in rental properties really that width or wider?
The city also has 10,776 renter-occupied units, or 42.2 percent of the city’s housing stock.
My question is how were those rentals counted? You see those of us living in older neighborhoods know there are two different counts. For instance, one house on Hamilton is recorded as being a rental, another one on Washington but where as the house on Hamilton is a single family rental and listed as such the house on Washington , also listed as a single dwelling rental, has at least five different units.
My question then becomes
are the two “rentals counted as “two rentals” or in fact SIX rentals? And how would that effect the census
Ah! facts and figures depending on how they are compliled
-quite the GAP!!!!!
As readers know, I had to move my mother out of her home unexpectedly this past month. I knew there would be a lot of her things I just couldn’t fit into her two new rooms here in this house.
My mother , having lived through , depression , wars and poverty “kept and cherished things”, unlike today’s throw away society, her generation valued what they had acquired.
Some of the furniture had more meaning than worth and maybe it was having to live through the blackouts in London during the blitz but she has a thing about “lamps”. I fit in all that I could but there were at least a dozen lamps that needed homes, end tables, a bistro kitchen table, dishes and kitchen paraphernalia , chairs, dining room chairs,ottomans, couch, you get the picture.
Watching her belongings being sorted through those first days was taking its toll on my mum so she was banned from the move out and dealt with the moving in. I dutifully called the Salvation Army truck and Good Will etc. scheduling timely pick-up was problematical. I wanted out of this situation quickly for her sake– done and dusted and not having the situation hanging over us all.
I didn’t want to have a garage sale , we were already exhausted and I had a self-imposed time limit.
So it was decided to “kick it to the curb” for the garbage pick-up and hope that some would benefit before the truck came. My daughter was in tears as she saw one of my mother’s favourite large pink lamps being carried down to the garbage pile.
“Mum , Nana loves that lamp!”
I know, Nikki but there is just not the room and the only room it would go in is her bedroom and she already has 4 in there – it is just too big
Jim dutifully carried the precious lamp down to the curb, Nikki and I now both in tears. Then a shout!
“Are you throwing that lamp out?????”
a car had stopped with a young woman who was driving past. Then another car stopped then a van within 10 minutes people were sorting the “trash” into “I want this piles”.
Everything went the dishes, the pots and pans, ottomans and all the lamps. The young woman had just moved in three streets away and literally had nothing but the two mattresses she and her daughter were sleeping on.
How did we know this? Since she couldn’t fit the dressers and table and chairs etc into her car Jim and my husband filled Jim’s truck with the furniture and took it to her house. I am happy that her little girl has two pretty little pink lamps and a little girl’s dresser that used to be Nikkis, her mum has a “starter kit” of a home that was loved by one who had to give up hers, ONE MANS ACT OF THE PURE “SELF” TRAIN STOPPED AT THE STATION OF THE HAVE NOT.
As the last load was loaded I was met with a huge smile and a hug from this young woman
“This is better than Christmas”…….