I would be living on beautiful mountain property if not for my grandma's brother duping our family in '97
I have been living a nightmare not only though poverty but through the life of my now deceased 94 year old family member we'll call Ab.
Back in 1997, one year after I was born, Ab had snuck up to the clerk of courts and got legal ownership of my grandma's 23 acres. He was sneaky because he could not ask any of her surviving children to sign any papers because they knew the property was gonna be passed into my father's name as he was the last sibling living on the property in the family home. So Ab rounds up a few random relatives of his, no relation to my grandma, and they sign a new deed calling him the grantee and themselves the grantors.
Ab sells the property immediately to a guy over the hill stating that "no (my last name here) will ever live up here again". He sold the property for a measly $5,000. Even back then that was a steal for $5k. He didn't want money or a new house he did it to spite our family. The person who bought it felt horrible and figured it would never turn out good owning that property so he sells it to the current owners for $15,000 only 2 years after buying it.
Apparently my one uncle (16 kids from my grandma, 8 boys 8 girls one of which was my father.) Says he can get at least 5 acres of it and a lawyer told him with enough money he could get the entire 23 acres. I just wish someone cared enough to push forward with said actions. I also wish I had enough money to just offer the people a shit ton of cash because I have dreamed of living there since they burned my house down after moving in many years after.
It hurts knowing I can likely never get a chance to live in the mountains again unless I get a better job and save a lot of cash for a lot of years, just to buy a plot of someone else's land. I'll likely never live where I was meant to, and I'll likely never have a piece of anything to hand down to my children, while the rest of the uncle's and aunts all did very well for themselves and their children. My dad struggled early on in life and worked under the table for 15 years, leaving him now old, and no pension or anything of the sort.
Sorry for this, I just can't sleep good lately thinking about it.
Posted Jun 24, 2022 09:48 by anonymous
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