Engulfed by the scent of the irises, I finally felt safe and at home. A piece of my grandmother was still with me through all that Mr. Snuggles and I endured. Oh, Mr. Snuggles, well that’s Samuel Claude Potman, my adoring husband of thirty-five years. We’d given each other nicknames, Mr. & Mrs. Snuggles, early on before the five kids came along.
In recent years, the economy, online internet services, self checkout machines, and robotic technology caused a domino effect. As more of these came into the business world it knocked people out of their jobs. Two years ago, Mr. Snuggles was one of those who fell. Samuel was laid off permanently from his management career of 30 years at a world wide multi-million dollar retail distribution warehouse. Our area branch was closed with very little warning, option to transfer or take severance pay; Mr. Snuggles took the severance pay. He was ready to retire but yet at the same time worried about paying the bills.
I worked multiple jobs at various schedules at a small community hospital for 10 years. Then one evening as I walked into the hospital to start my evening shift, the domino knocked me down. My manager told me, “Shut down! Get your things and get out!” Our domino effect continued on a downward spiral. The sheriff knocked on our door early one morning and said, “Get your things and get out!” The local bank doesn’t like late or no mortgage payments, at least we bought old cars-cash on the barrel. One of our sons-John Samual Potman, our youngest; paid for one 12 by 12 storage unit, and then we moved our things into the unit. John took us home to live with him. He graduated from the university, began a new career, and lives in a one bedroom apartment located inside a multi-floored apartment building complete with an elevator, laundry room, gym, grill, community center, and swimming pool. We slept in the queen size bed in the small bedroom while John slept on an army cot in his living room. Sure glad we like to snuggle as it was a tight living situation.