Not to be Forgotten, the Chapel leaves its nest.

You can see Jerry standing on my had if you look close.  Hard to balance a young man like that on your head except for Tiny Texas Houses land with lilliputian help.

You can see Jerry standing on my had if you look close. Hard to balance a young man like that on your head except for Tiny Texas Houses land with lilliputian help.

You may remember the last time we posted some pictures of the Forget Me Not chapel.  Well it has become the Not To Be Forgotten Chapel now as it is no longer resides in Salvage, Texas.

You may remember the last time we posted some pictures of the Forget Me Not chapel. Well it has become the Not To Be Forgotten Chapel now as it is no longer resides in Salvage, Texas.

This sweet chapel made the 66 mile drive to its new home in Garfield Texas where it will soon host weddings, meditations, and other great loving times with friends.

This sweet chapel made the 66 mile drive to its new home in Garfield Texas where it will soon host weddings, meditations, and other great loving times with friends.

Thanks to Michelle who helped dress up the Chapel with Doorknobs, make up paint, and Love.

Thanks to Michelle who helped dress up the Chapel with Doorknobs, make up paint, and Love.

From thew inside looking out, it will always feel incredible to see the glass made in the 1800's still aglow in the sun.

From thew inside looking out, it will always feel incredible to see the glass made in the 1800’s still aglow in the sun.

So for the moment, there is a big empty spot at Salvage, Texas where so many memories have been crafted in a Tiny Texas Chapel that is here no more.

So for the moment, there is a big empty spot at Salvage, Texas where so many memories have been crafted in a Tiny Texas Chapel that is here no more.

Her she is before we took the steeple off and shipped her down the road.

Her she is before we took the steeple off and shipped her down the road.

Actually, Jerry was on top of the roof earlier removing the ridge cap and just adding the pole to catch the overhead wires if we were to find any along the way slung too low.

How far can a tall chapel go in a couple hours?  Depends on the path of course.  In this case 66 miles went faster than the first 40 feet.

How far can a tall chapel go in a couple hours? Depends on the path of course. In this case 66 miles went faster than the first 40 feet.

Up to this point, all is good, trailer slid in nicely, centered easily, steeple off, ridge cap off, almost ready to fly.

Up to this point, all is good, trailer slid in nicely, centered easily, steeple off, ridge cap off, almost ready to fly.

Adding a pole for electric just in case.  16' is a high one does not like to exceed when moving a house or chapel.  This was a bit taller than normal.

Adding a pole for electric just in case. 16′ is a high one does not like to exceed when moving a house or chapel. This was a bit taller than normal.

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Before we try to move it an inch.

Before we try to move it an inch.

Putting the steeple on the porch for transport.

Putting the steeple on the porch for transport.

Tying down the wire deflector which is PVC pipe with a lasso rope inside.

Tying down the wire deflector which is PVC pipe with a lasso rope inside.

Looked like we were on our way.

Looked like we were on our way.

You might be able to see how the footing is trapped up under the chapel and trailer.  Wedged enough to nearly tip it over one try.

You might be able to see how the footing is trapped up under the chapel and trailer. Wedged enough to nearly tip it over one try.

Here you can see how much room there was to work out the hunk of concrete that snagged on a strap bolt.

Here you can see how much room there was to work out the hunk of concrete that snagged on a strap bolt.

An hour or more later.... Now that is a big plug to pull out of the ground with the bottom of your trailer and this has happened before.  This time nearly tipped over the chapel.

An hour or more later…. Now that is a big plug to pull out of the ground with the bottom of your trailer and this has happened before. This time nearly tipped over the chapel.

Some days just do not quite start out like you want, and in this case we had nearly tipped over the chapel before leaving the property. Nice adrenalin rush to start the day.

So off we go

Set, ready, go......

Set, ready, go……

Everybody has the same plan, same destination, and hope that the rest goes easier.  66 miles to go.

Everybody has the same plan, same destination, and hope that the rest goes easier. 66 miles to go.

Details, details, like the invoice.

Details, details, like the invoice.

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And we are running now.

And we are running now.

Within a bit more than an hour, and three bridges marked lower than our load, a few tree branches running down the side of the roof,

Within a bit more than an hour, and three bridges marked lower than our load, a few tree branches running down the side of the roof,

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in and around through the trees and soon we are in place.  Hurray.

in and around through the trees and soon we are in place. Hurray.

Then to get her off the trailer and get it out.

Then to get her off the trailer and get it out.

First levitate, then insert blocking.

First levitate, then insert blocking.

We left room for the end and center piers.

We left room for the end and center piers.

Soon she is ready to have the trailer pulled out from under her.

Soon she is ready to have the trailer pulled out from under her.

Next thing you know, we are ready to go, and the trailer is on its way home.

Next thing you know, we are ready to go, and the trailer is on its way home.

Lining out the ridge cap is simple so the remainder of the work is for the next guys to take care of.

Lining out the ridge cap is simple so the remainder of the work is for the next guys to take care of.

They will place the piers and rest her down once the footings and piers are cured and set.

They will place the piers and rest her down once the footings and piers are cured and set.

Good by from the back view.  So sad for the past, so happy for her future.  The Forget Me Not Chapel ......

Good by from the back view. So sad for the past, so happy for her future. The Forget Me Not Chapel ……

Many a tour has been kept in here for my sermon on creating Healthy Organic Cottages and Tiny Texas Houses for those we love.

Many a tour has been kept in here for my sermon on creating Healthy Organic Cottages and Tiny Texas Houses for those we love.

It is a story that has hopefully spread to many others as those who came told of the crazy guy they had seen on a tiny house tour.

It is a story that has hopefully spread to many others as those who came told of the crazy guy they had seen on a tiny house tour.

Generally this is a good sign, an open door to a new day.

Generally this is a good sign, an open door to a new day.

Love the glass in the door.  Just a bit of blur to what is inside and private, yet universal at the same time.

Love the glass in the door. Just a bit of blur to what is inside and private, yet universal at the same time.

I hope you enjoy going along for the Chapel ride of the year. We did it without any major mishaps so it was a good day.
While I will miss that dear chapel that has been here for so long, it will have a great life ahead and like all my children, these Art Houses I create, it will live and love on, long after I am gone I hope.

Darby

Forget Me Not Chapel gets her posts

So the posts are on, the paint is done, except the door, the steeple is sitting in front ready to go on, debating if to do it or wait.
Big John had to be elevated to get the space to do it but not the steadiest way so we may wait. Monday will tell the tale on that part. Here are some great shots though with the porch posts on. The Forget Me Not Chapel is nearly complete, at least as far as we will take it. I must admit though, railings on the side of the porch are calling still. What do you think?

The lace work looks great under the black milk paint.  The blue was for accenting without getting too fancy.

The lace work looks great under the black milk paint. The blue was for accenting without getting too fancy.

Bit of a side view.

Bit of a side view.

Through the door you can see the stained glass that comes from Buffalo, NY.

Through the door you can see the stained glass that comes from Buffalo, NY.

Steeple awaiting a lift to the top of the ridge.

Steeple awaiting a lift to the top of the ridge.

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The steeple sits ready to be lifted with some extenders to keep from damaging the roof.

The steeple sits ready to be lifted with some extenders to keep from damaging the roof.

The cobalt Blue, Crimson Red, and greens bring life to any room, but especially this one.

The cobalt Blue, Crimson Red, and greens bring life to any room, but especially this one.

You can really see the beauty of the stenciled glass just from the shadow.

You can really see the beauty of the stenciled glass just from the shadow.

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You can see how far I had to lift the front  of Big John to have the height we need to get the steeple on top.  Still not sure we will put it on here.

You can see how far I had to lift the front of Big John to have the height we need to get the steeple on top. Still not sure we will put it on here.

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I like the blue on the windows and the beauty of the diamonds with the stenciled crosses in the upper sashes.

I like the blue on the windows and the beauty of the diamonds with the stenciled crosses in the upper sashes.

The back is plain, but with the Lights on it will glow.

The back is plain, but with the Lights on it will glow.

Don’t Forget Me on the Kickstarter to put out the 30 house plans and the Space Magic through Tiny Texas Houses on Kickstarter to crowd fund getting them to the groups around the world that need them to help the elderly, homeless, handicapped, and disadvantaged. This is a path to empower them that will go with the prayers for their well being.

I hear some railing calling out to go on the sides though. Hmmmmmm.

Please visit and consider helping Spike with her Indigo Go crowd funding campaign if you have any desire to get married in the Forget Me Not Chapel, whether while it is here, or when it gets to Austin, if she succeeds gathering the funds. It will also be used for counseling for trauma due to loss of children, grief, and mediation during the weekdays when the chapel bell is not ringing. https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/going-to-the-chapel/x/3208269#/story

Putting the Bulls eyes on the Forget Me Not Chapel

The Bullseye is a target we refer to when we are shooting arrows, guns, or darts. It is the target that we focus on when we need to test our accuracy, our focus, and our strengths…. or weakness as it may be. For me, the Forget Me Not Chapel has been used for many metaphors this last week or so, but it truly is a reminder of my son Adam who’s birthday is but a couple weeks away, though he is no longer here, and reminds me daily of the work that I have yet to do for those who need help in this world in order to have a safe place to sleep, to hold their family out of the storm in the arms of Love, and to feel secure in the darkness.

I have put the bullseyes at the top of the peak, where they belong in the spiritual sense.  They are indeed the target zone for me, the spiritual target being my focus at this point in life, not the things below.

I have put the bullseyes at the top of the peak, where they belong in the spiritual sense. They are indeed the target zone for me, the spiritual target being my focus at this point in life, not the things below.

As I have been challenged by the breadth of my vision and dreams to do more, to leave behind a path that will give all these things to the millions who need it, I am humbled by how many have shown their support and told me of their stories, of their successes based on the lessons I have tried to offer about how to build with toxin free, sustainable, and if you go get them, nearly free materials.

Still I have fallen far short of my goals as I had hoped millions would be benefitting by now, that I would be copied without measure across the country and the opportunities for others would abound. Sadly, I have failed to meet my expectations in spite of pouring the millions of dollars I have made in my life for the good things I was able to do in my 30’s, 40’s, and 50’s.

In the bigger view, the door to opportunities requires that we pass through to get to the place where we can focus for a bit in peace, to worship if you will, the things that are important, and there is not much fancy within to distract one.

In the bigger view, the door to opportunities requires that we pass through to get to the place where we can focus for a bit in peace, to worship if you will, the things that are important, and there is not much fancy within to distract one.

There was a time when I was young that I never imagined getting this old, and if I did, I would not be worth much to society, for that is the way our society treats old people. Well here I am coming up on sixty in a bit more than a month and I am not ready to quit, but certainly humbled by having failed for the first time in my life to knock the ball out of the park, at least in my mind. I have added the paint to the outside, to dress up the Forget Me Not Chapel so that it will be attractive to others, to make them want to enter, to think, to believe, to change their path and wander this direction. Soon, if a very sweet woman named Spike is able to pull off a kickstarter campaign, with the help of friends, this chapel will leave and be dedicated to weddings on weekends and meditation, therapy for those suffering trauma, like losing the life of a child. I hope she succeed rather than to see it go out to a rich mans ranch somewhere to be used as a toy, a theater, or simply another trophy in the yard.

The stained glass windows were made in a time when the coal was carried out of the mines by 12 year olds who fit in the tiny tunnels better than adults and died of black lung before they were  30 years old.  Their beauty does not belie the 352 day work years of the 1800's when the mega rich were not forced to share, care, or even keep the workers alive.  We still have that problem in the world, but we let the kids from other countries suffer so that we do not have to see what the true cost of our consumerism is in America today.

The stained glass windows were made in a time when the coal was carried out of the mines by 12 year olds who fit in the tiny tunnels better than adults and died of black lung before they were 30 years old. Their beauty does not belie the 352 day work years of the 1800’s when the mega rich were not forced to share, care, or even keep the workers alive. We still have that problem in the world, but we let the kids from other countries suffer so that we do not have to see what the true cost of our consumerism is in America today.

I have gotten so many emails, comments on Facebook by people who have followed this dream of mine for years and with that, learned how many have found a better path, housed their families, and found a way to make a living where they can spend time with their children while they are young and need them most. Above all though, it has apparently begun to awaken many to the issues I rant about to the point of making some mad, the toxins in the houses that we raise our families in that cause leukemia, cancer, autism, fibromyalgia, Lupus, and so many other diseases that were not rampant only a century ago. We can do better than consumerism has led us to live, and we can do it without wars all over the world so the rich can rape and pillage the last of the planets resources in order to further enrich themselves without regard for our Mother Earth, the indigenous tribes of South America, Borneo, and other places where the last of the virgin forests are being sacked.

From the side you can see the etched glass windows from Buffalo NY, where 500,000 people lived in 1900, amidst the early industrial empires now moved over seas where cheap labor and lax environmental laws prevail.  Now they tear down the Chapels, the houses, and the vast city to throw it away in landfills rather than build a new world with the product of millions who were worked without mercy to make only a few incredibly rich.

From the side you can see the etched glass windows from Buffalo NY, where 500,000 people lived in 1900, amidst the early industrial empires now moved over seas where cheap labor and lax environmental laws prevail. Now they tear down the Chapels, the houses, and the vast city to throw it away in landfills rather than build a new world with the product of millions who were worked without mercy to make only a few incredibly rich.

I hear from the elderly who are on the brink of being homeless, the kids who have no hope of ever getting a home, and from mothers who’s kids are sickened by the newly constructed houses that are full of imported parts that are severely toxic and yet, still used to create houses made with things like sheetrock that is so toxic, even the landfills will no longer take it in to be buried where it will produce Hydrogen sulfide, a deadly gas that stinks like rotten eggs and maims or kills those who must suck it in for air because they live nearby. Those are not the rich who will suffer the smell, for they can afford to live in what they believe are better places but the irony is, their giant houses are made from the same toxic modern building materials and they too will see their children suffer, sicken, and die for this insane consumeristic need to have more, bigger, and prettier houses than anyone else before us, or in the rest of the world for that matter. What can I do by myself to help stop this madness from continuing? I ask myself as I go to sleep at night, and wake up from dreams with new ideas, now ten years into attempting to form the Pure Salvage Living Renaissance as a way to provide an alternative path for those willing to awaken to the issues and act to change them, even if only for their own loved ones while the rest of the world continues to suck up the TV, radio, and newspaper advertising that convinces them that they really want this stuff in their lives.

From an angle you can see the sides,  the defects in the hundred year old hand cut laced gingerbread on the facia, and know how long it took to cut by hand with a coping saw after drilling a hole in the wood and inserting the tiny blade through to cut out the heart of each fleur de lis.   Imagine that the front took someone a day or more, perhaps 2 to create, and it has lasted for more than a century, to be used to create such a beautiful chapel front.  Modern world equivalent would be plastic or styrofoam, both of which will never disappear from the planet as they don't dissolve for hundreds of years once they fall off in ten or fifteen years and have not worth, thus get thrown away into a dump, or worse, litter the planet and end up in the oceans, in the bellies of fish and birds.  Disgusting alternative, yet it is the builders choice for you if you want this look.

From an angle you can see the sides, the defects in the hundred year old hand cut laced gingerbread on the facia, and know how long it took to cut by hand with a coping saw after drilling a hole in the wood and inserting the tiny blade through to cut out the heart of each fleur de lis. Imagine that the front took someone a day or more, perhaps 2 to create, and it has lasted for more than a century, to be used to create such a beautiful chapel front. Modern world equivalent would be plastic or styrofoam, both of which will never disappear from the planet as they don’t dissolve for hundreds of years once they fall off in ten or fifteen years and have not worth, thus get thrown away into a dump, or worse, litter the planet and end up in the oceans, in the bellies of fish and birds. Disgusting alternative, yet it is the builders choice for you if you want this look.

With that said, I have been talking to people who ask me not to give up my dream to help change this path our society is on, to continue to hold the dream of Pure Salvage Outposts growing around the country as places to learn how we can do better, create toxin free housing from sustainable materials, and perhaps offer the next 7 generations an alternative. There are many who seem to be coming around, sadly from the shock of losing their loved ones, their own health, and not wanting the madness to continue in spite of the builders pretending like this is not a universal problem now as we create 450,000 new houses a year that are little more than toxic waste with no salvage value in the future and a 15 year lifespan without massive maintenance and return trips to the big box stores that import this crap we use to build more such monstrosity with and thus sicken millions more without conscience.

Even from behind you can see the beauty of the glass in red, made from gold being added to the molten glass, or cobalt in the blue, arsenic in the green, and all with coal we need not mine or burn to create a chapel or a house if we simply use what we have from the past that lies all about at our fingertips.  We can salvage it for far less cost to the world, less damage to the people who will use it, and with the pride that our forefathers had when they created it instead of viewing it as trash.

Even from behind you can see the beauty of the glass in red, made from gold being added to the molten glass, or cobalt in the blue, arsenic in the green, and all with coal we need not mine or burn to create a chapel or a house if we simply use what we have from the past that lies all about at our fingertips. We can salvage it for far less cost to the world, less damage to the people who will use it, and with the pride that our forefathers had when they created it instead of viewing it as trash.

I for one still have a desire to see it change and for that reason I am considering asking for help through one of the mechanisms that the public can share in, but I do so with great hesitation, after eating out of dumpsters in my lifetime rather than beg for money from strangers, friends, or family in my youth. Perhaps it is my pride beaten into me when I was young and taught to bend over and take my punishment for failing to do what is right, and not cry about the pain of my punishment. Perhaps it is my ego that keeps me from admitting I have failed to accomplish my dream through my own efforts, work, sacrifice, and the millions I have poured into this dream. After all, it has clearly only been my dream and others have not been paying for it, except the rich patrons who have bought some of my Tiny Texas Houses, as well as some not so rich who took all they had to invest in order to have this escape from the madness in spite of their friends looking at them strange for wanting to live the tiny life. What little profits were left after trying to pay a decent wage, teaching hundreds only to have them leave, some to start a business doing salvage, others to build, but most to waste the opportunity and steal tools, fail to come to work sober, and thus be sent on their way to make room for what I had hoped would be many that would take it and run with the ball. I have been wrong more times than right, but it often was because those I tried to help were already hindered by the drugs, the alcohol, and many ways our society anesthetizes themselves because they want all the things they see advertised that will supposedly make them happy only to find they make them sick, dependent, or unhappy for the debt slaves they become to have them.

we can do better by saving what we have, by honoring the past work that so many did with pride in a time when Made In America meant a quality standard craftsmen could be proud of.  That time is gone as we go for faster, cheaper, and imported over American most of the time so that we can have more, not better.

we can do better by saving what we have, by honoring the past work that so many did with pride in a time when Made In America meant a quality standard craftsmen could be proud of. That time is gone as we go for faster, cheaper, and imported over American most of the time so that we can have more, not better.

For that reason I am considering setting up a trust where all the land, massive inventory, and resources i have accumulated can be put and through that vehicle survive me should something happen to me. I have no heirs left to leave anything too but the people of this world who care about the kids, the elders, and the people in between who need help in so many ways. I want to create a way to allow the books I am trying to get written, the videos I once could afford to make, and the means to create a market and villages that will be replicable where ever the demand can be grown by people who care enough to take actions. Anyone who knows me will attest that I want for little as I wear second hand clothes, live in a house without electric or running water, walk barefoot most of the time, and seldom venture out to parties, movies, or entertainment. I have no need for fancy anything, nor would I waste the funds on it when I have so much left to do before I leave to try and make this world a better place, in spite of the amazing odds against my success. I have earned more money than most will ever see, but lost the time with my son when he was alive as my biggest price, and nothing else means more to me that being sure that the Forget Me Not Chapel and other examples of what can be done are seeded into the minds of the many who are awaiting the seeds it will take to grow the changes in each of us needed to make this world a better place. I am emboldened to ask for help though it goes deeply against my nature, but as others ask for my help to teach them, to give seminars, to show them a path to happiness that the American Dream fed to us for the last half century has failed to bring, for it was no more than propaganda without truth leading us to make the top 1% the richest they have ever been and immune from criminal charges because they use corporations to control the world that are immune from going to jail, only paying fines, and which are obligated to make money for the shareholders regardless of the death and destruction that objective may cause. It is in fact required of them and as legal persona’s according to our supreme court, bought and paid for again by those in charge, they can buy all of the politicians that are good for them, and take down all that are bad with unlimited amounts of money, which the masses can not possibly compete with these days in order to change the status quo.

Soon the Forget Me Not Chapel will be finished, and perhaps have a new owner who will take it away, to do good things, to carry on the legacy I meant to leave for my son who left before me, likely murdered for no more than an I-phone and a guitar that was the most important thing in his life.  I want everyone to see the metaphors hidden in this simple chapel, to know what could be possible for the other kids out there, so that they may pick up the torch one day and carry on where I leave off.  The trust would do that if I can create it, fund it, and find the people to spread the wealth of knowledge, ideas, and creativity for the next century in hopes that we can undo what my generation has done in less than a century of marketing the consumerism that controls America, and possibly the world soon.

Soon the Forget Me Not Chapel will be finished, and perhaps have a new owner who will take it away, to do good things, to carry on the legacy I meant to leave for my son who left before me, likely murdered for no more than an I-phone and a guitar that was the most important thing in his life. I want everyone to see the metaphors hidden in this simple chapel, to know what could be possible for the other kids out there, so that they may pick up the torch one day and carry on where I leave off. The trust would do that if I can create it, fund it, and find the people to spread the wealth of knowledge, ideas, and creativity for the next century in hopes that we can undo what my generation has done in less than a century of marketing the consumerism that controls America, and possibly the world soon.

I realize I am indeed setting my self up to be the bullseye in many people’s sights as I speak out against what so many dedicate their lives to, the idea of having more making them happy, or look better to others because of their assets, not their actions. Still, that matters little for I have lived a good life without ever having the diamonds, gold, and luxuries be important to me, less so after divorce and leaving most of what I did have behind. I came to Texas living in a School bus with $640 to my name and a dream of writing a book that would be considered literature one day. I have yet to finish but I wanted to be a writer when I was young, and I have gotten to do that, as I do here now, though not literature and I know by having a degree in that field, but perhaps the words will make a difference all the same, and open the eyes of many to the wonders of our creative ability to make our dreams and visions work for the benefit of the many, not just our self aggrandizement.

Thank you for reading this long essay to the world. It is a first draft as most of what I publish is, unpolished and from the heart where I kept my emotions hidden under armor for 55 years, and finally cast it off to cry, feel love, and know that my son will not be forgotten, thus the Forget Me Not Chapel comes to life, defects and all, like me when he died. Please share, spread the word that we can do better, and take the actions within yourself to help make the world a better place for those who need help, guidance, Love, and hope. Let me know if you think I should go for the crowd funding to clear the last of the debt that the bank will use to shut this all down soon and instead leave it all in a trust that will last for generations to come if we can make it so. I swear i will not use a penny for myself and all would go to this cause, this trust I wish to finally form but could not fulfill myself. May my failure to do it by myself lead to the success that others might live better by in the end.

Darby

Isn’t it always in the details? Forget Me Not Chapel exposes the truths

Some days it seems like the big picture is missing details that would make things more clear to all. The question becomes one of do we want to see them or should they just blend into the background so that they go unnoticed. I tend to like to see the details and thus I add the spice to life that brings them out.

From the rear is looks a bit plain... but many things do.

From the rear is looks a bit plain… but many things do.

Even from the side view one can not see all the details.

Even from the side view one can not see all the details.

Sometimes you have to face things head on to  see what is really there.

Sometimes you have to face things head on to see what is really there.

Now and then it is the the things you can not yet see that will make it look better in the end.

Now and then it is the the things you can not yet see that will make it look better in the end.

The difference in a little spice here and there, a twist in the way it is done that gives it a different look.

The difference in a little spice here and there, a twist in the way it is done that gives it a different look.

From the side view, without the details, it can look so plain, yet be so fine.

From the side view, without the details, it can look so plain, yet be so fine.

One has to wonder how much of life is that way, and what it all means if you just turn it around and view the same thing from all sides.

One has to wonder how much of life is that way, and what it all means if you just turn it around and view the same thing from all sides.

Even if the outcome is not clear, seeing things head on or from that angle that includes it, will certainly give you the perspective you may need to imagine what could be, and thus be better prepared to make the move when the time is right.

Even if the outcome is not clear, seeing things head on or from that angle that includes it, will certainly give you the perspective you may need to imagine what could be, and thus be better prepared to make the move when the time is right.

Today I gave the tour of the creations I have made, those under way, and of the grounds that I have spent so much time, energy, and money manifesting. I admit this is not one of my high points in my faith in Humanity so the issues of the times come up in my tour, unlike Michelle who stays on track about the houses, their content, design, materials, and issues with toxic building in this day and age. With me, you also get the lectures on taking care of our Temple of the Soul, the body we have been gifted with to carry out our missions here on Earth. Some have it easy, some get it hard, full of challenges and stories that make their lives harder than others. I go into that more than some would like to hear, for to me, my houses are my seedlings through which I try to plant a new perspective on the world, our lives, and the future of the children here, and not yet born.

I cover exercise, meditation, eating healthy, and living in a toxin free house so that your body can reach its peak performance, thus your potential to succeed in your mission during this lifetime as well. If I am lucky I will strike a cord that ignites the passion in some who come for the tour so that they too might go out and help change the world into a better place. To get there I sometimes tread through the muddy water of what is really going on in the world. When 45% of our nation is on anti-depressants, something is wrong with the path we are on, and yet some choose not to listen, do not want to hear it, and will cringe at the words of truth when spoken before them, yet not desire to do anything to change the status quo. I find this to be most true of those who are living the high life, have all the goodies they could ask for, and really only came to see the pretty houses, like those who come to my sites only to see the pretty pictures. They get upset that I address these other details that are evidence that we need to change for sake of the generations to come, of those who will inherit this mess we have created in my generation.

With diamonds flashing, find cloths upon their temple, and all the best of things at home to go back to, they do not wish to even know about such things as the 38,000 people in the over 55 age group that commit suicide each year as they lose their homes, their identities, their health to toxic living, or their children under 26 years old to suicide at even higher rates than those over 55. I heard the comment today that that was depressing to listen to, and it is, no doubt, but it is the details often hidden when we paint over them with the same color of white paint that hid the details on the chapel. It is sad to see people who have it all not want to hear about, see, or confront the fact that they, more than most, could make the difference if they chose to for they have all the gifts needed to help make it happen. Sacrificing some of that would cost them comfort, luxury, or friends though if they got involved and helped change the state of affairs that the world is in. I hear that and must comment that my tour is not just about the pretty houses I create, but also about the waste, the devastation that consumerism causes, and the real price of the gold and diamonds that they wear and flaunt as if they are a better person for it.

I am not what most would call a normal person who tries to conform, worries about the opinion of others for the way I look, nor do I even try to give the impression I have made the millions that I have in my life, most of which has been spent on my cause, the Pure Salvage Living Renaissance. I could have had all of the luxuries, the nice cars, clothes, jewelry, big house, and much more if that is what I had wanted to do with my winnings from the 80-100 work weeks that I have endured for the last three and a half decades since I came to Texas with $640 in my pocket, living in a school bus. Instead I live in a very unique house, but without running water or electricity, walking barefoot and wearing second hand clothes from the Savers and Goodwill stores. I chose this life and love it for it frees me to be what I want to be inside, true to myself, unafraid of losing face in front of people who would call themselves friends if I did carry on like them. It does not bother me to not have a social life with parties including me, being part of a high society of people who have made millions and like to show it off, or even to miss out on the social interaction with famous people who have done nothing for society to gain their wealth. It is my choice and they have as much right as me to live that way so I do not hold it against them. I do however get a bit saddened sometime that I can not find a way to ignite the spark in them that will turn their heads a different way so that they can see the details, the elements in our world that are out of their view, on the front of the chapel sort of say, as that is the analogy I am using for this essay.

I look at the kids in the tour and know what I am saying will not give them the most optimistic view when they are through, but as I always say, there is nothing to fear in being awakened to the issues coming at us like a freight train, but instead, the opportunity to prepare for more than a life of going to college and getting out to find the ultimate job that will pay back the student debt in 10-15 years of 40-60 hour work weeks for some great big corporation that does not care what happens to them in the end. There are so many who have been shown the chapel in white, without the details, without the flaws apparent or even talked about so that they can build a better chapel in their life than I did on my first, second, or third round. Indeed, if I can tell them of all the pitfalls, of the hard knocks, and of the traps along the way, none of which is particularly funny, though I may try to speak of it in such a way as to get a laugh or smile. NO, I try to tell it like it is, in black and white, with the slivers, the cuts, the blood from hitting ones thumb with a hammer, and of the pain that comes on the way to success. That is the true view and it is wrong not to let the children know, for they are about to take on building a new world from the salvage of the one my generation has nearly destroyed. Otherwise, there will be no parts left to build with soon.

Today, great people came to listen to the tour. Kids much like my own son, looking for answers and not believing that there was a path that they could find through the storm, yet somehow wanting to find it in what I have to offer, an alternative to the Great American Dream that the lady in diamonds had clearly reaped and loved. I offered the drama of the real world and the solutions I felt we have to offer with this path. She did not need them, nor did she really want to hear them, just to come on the tour and see the pretty houses, take pictures of them, and go back home to likely chat about them with her friends and share how they might get a house or two for their ranches, get away places, and other non essential uses, unlike the kids and women who were there because this might be their only hope of ever having a home, albeit tiny, simple, and built from 95% salvage. Oddly, it saddened me today unlike most, for the group of kids were so great, the youngest in their teens and full of potential, smart, observant, and with parent that loved them and wanted the best for them. The girls that were here were wanting to make a home for themselves, even to build tiny houses as a career, something that the lady in diamonds would never consider, let alone condone for her children I imagine.

That said, I put this out there as a tale of two worlds, and how the story that will wake one up, like adding the black paint to bring the details to light on the chapel and allow others to see that there is more there than meets the eye. Seeing it just makes this life richer, even if it makes the flaws more apparent sometimes. My son likely was murdered over a cell phone and a guitar in Paris 4 years ago because someone thought that the things would make them happy and because they did not have them, taking them from an American White kid who probably had everything they did not in life was okay, much like the rich take their profits from corporations that only pay fines for killing people with their chemicals it takes to dig the gold up and refine it, or blood diamonds. This week, I brought up, 2 days before the EPA spilled all the poison from the Gold Mine into the river, a retired geologist wrote an article in the paper that predicted the EPA spilling all the poison into the rivers that will travel all the way down to Mexico. It brings in the Superfund money to pay for the opening of a gold mine again, instead of cleaning up the water first. Why??? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFVVK4bzXBc

How depressing to see such details show up from under the white paint. These are the things that the rich, powerful, and unaffected by the consequences of what will make them richer. Sadly, 60% of the population at 55 years old only has $25,000 in the bank for retirement, and such a hit could wipe them out if they live on the river. Those who have an average of $12,000 a year income and live on that river are having to drive for hours to get fresh water and their crops are lost, their livestock is damaged, and there is no solution. The black paint makes this detail clear, and the people can see it, but there will be nothing done except the taxpayers paying $500,000,000 to clean this up on top of the damage to the society it effects. Housing in America is the same disaster happening as we create 450,000 new houses with sheetrock that is so toxic that 4 of 5 landfills will not longer take sheetrock into their dumps because it creates Hydrogen Sulfide which is deadly, besides smelling like rotten eggs and destroying the quality of life of anyone nearby. Where does it stop?

Sadly, I don’t know the answer, but I do know that it is good to look at things head on sometime and seeing the whole picture, not just the whitewashed one that hides the details. Pray it will change, but better still, wake up and speak out. Share the solutions with friends without fear of them rejecting you for talking about the depressing things that are destroying the planet for these beautiful kids that I see wanting to make a difference. Help spread the seedlings as you find them, the solutions that if we care for them, nurture them, and spread them around the world, then perhaps the Forget Me Not chapel that holds my son’s memories within will be one more way to get a point across in a world of ladies and men with diamonds, the good life, and no desire to give any of it up to change things. They don’t even want to hear about it, so tell them anyway, and if they leave the tour early, fear not, the rest may just listen, spread the word, and help make the world a better place with the passion you ignite in their belly to make a difference for the next 7 generations yet to come, as well as the rest of the world that is paying the real price for the bejeweled to live in luxury.

Thank you for reading, sharing, and not just looking at the pretty pictures.

Darby

PS…
As part of expressing my view I was judged to be a Nazi this morning on Facebook….. Here is how an opinion gets a response in that world.
Here is an example of why having a page on Facebook, an opinion, and a reason for living can be interesting. On this Sunday I challenge all people who might see this to define their version of what it means to respect our politicians, the board members of Monsanto, Dupont, Halliburton, and BP to name a few. This is the response I get if I upset someone… and my response to it.
People should be respected individually, not because of what they give you. it is a selfish soul who judges others’ ability to be what you want them to be, when you want them to be. others’ choices should be respected just for the fact that it is their right to have them as human beings. the origin of choice is so personal that realistically it is not possible to know. personal history should be respected as much as personal choice, otherwise what kind of world would that be? promoting the dictation of behaviour and personal choice…the word nazi comes to mind. not. cool. ‪#‎RESPECT‬
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Tiny Texas Houses If no one spoke out about the Nazi’s, and said that is not right, where would we be now. I should respect the leaders who choose to unplug a gold mine and kill wildlife, people, and the future of those along those waterways without speaking out. If th…See More
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Tiny Texas Houses I want leaders who work for the people, not for greed and self aggrandizement. Do they deserve my silence and your version of respect?
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Tiny Texas Houses Oh yes, I walked through Auschwitz as a 12 year old boy who could not ever forget the smell of burnt flesh as I viewed the crematory, the gas chambers, and the other respected means of destroying those people who went through there, often carried by th…See More
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Tiny Texas Houses Please Michelle, do not drop out of the contribution you make to the world yet for your opinion ignites my passion for truth and I am certainly open to hearing how you would like to use such examples to justify respect through silence more than you have.
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Tiny Texas Houses You dare to call me Nazi, is that not a judgement in itself my dear. You are so far from seeing clearly that these words are likely falling on deaf ears, but that is not a judgement, it is an opinion based on the evidence at hand. Thank you for the opportunity to address that on my page.
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Thank you for thinking of the hard stuff on the day of respecting our Source of Life, by what ever name you choose to call it.

Adding Paint is like Spice upon the Forget Me Not Chapel

Even better as we get more spice sprinkled on it, look at how the windows pop now. Soon, with tomorrow’s additions, we will be ready for the steeple. Taking longer because the detail on the windows is taking 3 coats, as is the black trim paint over white, but I think it is worth it.
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Starting before daylight in the morning, Jerry and Michelle are knocking out the spice job on the Forget Me Not Chapel and it is looking incredible.

Predawn spicing going on at TTH.

Predawn spicing going on at TTH.

Now the spice is adding flavor.

Now the spice is adding flavor.

Michelle is stretching a bit to do the chapel.

Michelle is stretching a bit to do the chapel.

Into the heat of the day we go with Jerry and Michelle having been out here since before the light of day, so as to get some cool painting in before the sun came up. Heh.

Into the heat of the day we go with Jerry and Michelle having been out here since before the light of day, so as to get some cool painting in before the sun came up. Heh.

Still more accent paint coming as we work our way up the sides to the top.

Still more accent paint coming as we work our way up the sides to the top.

I like the trim painted so as to make the windows pop out better.

I like the trim painted so as to make the windows pop out better.

The steeple gets its first coat.

The steeple gets its first coat.

The ridge cap is back on in anticipation of the steeple.

The ridge cap is back on in anticipation of the steeple.

Here is the vent for helping the sound of the bell carry out and about.

Here is the vent for helping the sound of the bell carry out and about.

Side view of the steeple.

Side view of the steeple.

These are longer pews and a great pulpit for the preacher in the family.

These are longer pews and a great pulpit for the preacher in the family.

All original glass in these windows to the front porch.  Beautiful reds, blues, greens, and the colors God created in their best brilliance.

All original glass in these windows to the front porch. Beautiful reds, blues, greens, and the colors God created in their best brilliance.

Up above is more stained glass, in cobalt, red, and greens again.

Up above is more stained glass, in cobalt, red, and greens again.

I wonder who the blessed new owner will be. This is going to be a knockout and if one wants to purchase it and keep it here for a while until their land is ready, I am all for it in hopes that we can have a few weddings inside before she leaves and give a good reason for ringing the bell in the steeple. For more information, check the other blog or give us a call at 830-875-2500.

Forget Me Not Chapel Looking for a new owner

Yes, after a complicated lesson in shipping and patience, the Forget Me Not Chapel is getting a facelift, as I had wanted to add this paint and the new giant columns anyway, so now is a good time. It is being put back up for sale as shipping it to Georgia turned into a bit more of a trial than the buyer could handle and we are putting it back out for a new owner to keep in Texas I hope. Tomorrow we put on the rest of the detail paint and the painted steeple, the posts, and then I will post the pictures, and if it looks as good as I think it will, it may be even more money.

Wow, I like the new color scheme as it starts to show up. Guessing what is next yet?

Michelle and Jerry are making great progress on the sashes.  We decide to add the blue and then the trim will go black instead.  Traditional colors with a tiny bit of blue for style and helping make everything pop just a bit.

Michelle and Jerry are making great progress on the sashes. We decide to add the blue and then the trim will go black instead. Traditional colors with a tiny bit of blue for style and helping make everything pop just a bit.

You can see a touch of the beautiful stained glass inside through the open door.

You can see a touch of the beautiful stained glass inside through the open door.

Here you can see the difference half way done, but three coats to cover the black is a lot of work.  Price may go up again if no buyer shows up before we are done.

Here you can see the difference half way done, but three coats to cover the black is a lot of work. Price may go up again if no buyer shows up before we are done.

A closer view of the sashes and the new layer of white milk paint as the last just did not have the opacity we were after.

A closer view of the sashes and the new layer of white milk paint as the last just did not have the opacity we were after.

One of the window sash sets is blue, the others the prior black.

One of the window sash sets is blue, the others the prior black.

Here is the Forget Me Not Chapel with one of its possible looks, the one I like and will put on actually.  We are adding paint to the detail on the front facia above and detailing the trim, column bottoms, and perhaps a bit more.  This was before the new coat of white paint went on.

Here is the Forget Me Not Chapel with one of its possible looks, the one I like and will put on actually. We are adding paint to the detail on the front facia above and detailing the trim, column bottoms, and perhaps a bit more. This was before the new coat of white paint went on.

Here is a shot with the new columns on it and the accent paint will soon show off the details that are now lost in the white on white paint. Bulls eye rosettes, stained glass from Buffalo NY, even has a set of pews if one were to want them. We are putting her back together after packing it up to leave and so it will be ready to show again this week.

Side shot shows the cool windows with the stenciled crosses in the top diamonds.

Side shot shows the cool windows with the stenciled crosses in the top diamonds.

We built it so that it does not actually need the posts to stand up. Still, if we are to put railing on, and we are considering such, then the posts are better.

Here is the shot without the posts on the front.

Here is the shot without the posts on the front.

This is a thinner post set but I think it looks like tooth pics instead of posts.

This is a thinner post set but I think it looks like tooth pics instead of posts.

The paint job was over the Cypress siding and we took it down to the wood for the Milk Paint to anchor better.

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We can also put in enough pews to seat 28 people with the aisle down the middle for the couples to get married in this as well.

We can also put in enough pews to seat 28 people with the aisle down the middle for the couples to get married in this as well.

This actually has a bell in it that can be rung from on the porch once installed, or from the interior.

This actually has a bell in it that can be rung from on the porch once installed, or from the interior.

The clovers on the top are not there now.  We took it off so as not to be too fancy.  It could go back on if you wanted the luck.

The clovers on the top are not there now. We took it off so as not to be too fancy. It could go back on if you wanted the luck.

See the little vent and the gothic arch?

See the little vent and the gothic arch?

Side view with the decorative trim on top.

Side view with the decorative trim on top.

Up above is more stained glass, in cobalt, red, and greens again.

Up above is more stained glass, in cobalt, red, and greens again.

All original glass in these windows to the front porch.  Beautiful reds, blues, greens, and the colors God created in their best brilliance.

All original glass in these windows to the front porch. Beautiful reds, blues, greens, and the colors God created in their best brilliance.

These are longer pews and a great pulpit for the preacher in the family.

These are longer pews and a great pulpit for the preacher in the family.

The front door glass is enough to keep the nosey from seeing in.

The front door glass is enough to keep the nosey from seeing in.

For some they will say it is just way too expensive, for others who know the value of the bell, the pews, the materials, the stained glass and the work that goes into a structure like this, they will understand. It is priced at $59,500 with all of the new paint, steeple, and pews that are in it now. If you have more questions, please contact Bwk@tinytexashouses.com and I will be glad to share anything else you may want to know. It is a bit tall so I have customized my trailer to handle keeping it under 16′ on the road. No small affair but I still do not want to go much outside of Texas with it. Hope you share and perhaps even get to have a wedding inside one day.

Oh yes, we can also install a choir loft above in the back half so that you could put up some rails and have a hide away for overnight guests as well. Imagine how many babies could be created after a wonderful wedding ceremony followed by a night in the chapel to bless the consummation in a way that would be a blessing forever. One day the babies might even come back to be married there themselves. Imagine that for it is possible this chapel will outlive us all.

Thanks again for sharing.

Brad

Final “Forget Me Not” Chapel Changes….

We are in the “which will it be phase” where I would like to do it one way but someone else has to pay for it as it all requires labor to create, assemble, scrape, paint, etc. In the end I want to be proud and it is hard to chinch out on a creation that many will see over the decades.

Can you see what is different from the last set of shots on Forget Me Not Chapel?

ooops, you may have to find the other post to compare…… heh.


These 12″ tapered Antique Cypress Posts Run over $400 each, 3 times more if you had to find the virgin old growth Cypress and have them made today.

The 12" posts are set out at the corners allowing for a very wide set of steps and the hand rails going into the sides of the Cypress posts.

The 12″ posts are set out at the corners allowing for a very wide set of steps and the hand rails going into the sides of the Cypress posts.

Front view does not let the windows get blocked from view by the posts.  That required expanding the porch width by 5" and adding facia boards.

Front view does not let the windows get blocked from view by the posts. That required expanding the porch width by 5″ and adding facia boards.

View from the other side.  Railing will go from the wall to the post.  The other side facing the steps can have a railing but would then need balusters at the top and bottom to use for attaching handrails to a a narrower set of steps that would detract from the front.

View from the other side. Railing will go from the wall to the post. The other side facing the steps can have a railing but would then need balusters at the top and bottom to use for attaching handrails to a a narrower set of steps that would detract from the front.

The stock size post is the 4″ or 6″ square post like is on the nice Corbels to each side of the door which actually carry the front porch roof. With the steeple being placed up there the big posts will look better for the illusion of support even though they are not necessary, even then due to the way it will be positioned over the wall not on the porch section. The steeple is build and can be put on anywhere but the front is customary, though I have seen them in the middle too. Buyer’s choice on this one as it will not get mounted till it gets there.

The proportions allow for the shot and still have all components visible.

The proportions allow for the shot and still have all components visible.

The corbels do not dwarf the posts as opposed to 4" square posts with boot trim at the bottom and a trim crown.  This is much sturdier looking.

The corbels do not dwarf the posts as opposed to 4″ square posts with boot trim at the bottom and a trim crown. This is much sturdier looking.

The whole enchilada without the railings yet.

The whole enchilada without the railings yet.

Once it gets to its new home in the East, the steeple will go into place.

Thanks for visiting and supporting the Pure Salvage Living Renaissance.

Darby
2015

The “Forget Me Not Chapel” gets her finishing touches… at last

Yes, she has sat out in front for years as a place to have people join us for the start of the tours, for Yoga, for massage, for meditation, and to simply ruminate on life and spirit. That was all before we even finished her so you can imagine what a wonderful life she still has ahead of her.

The Forget Me Not Chapel is still here at TTH and I never will forget so many who have come of age.

The Forget Me Not Chapel is still here at TTH and I never will forget so many who have come of age.

The Forget Me Not Chapel sits thee quiet and alone.  It still is not quite finished though its been here for so long.  Here you see the rafter tails before we added the facia with the scalloped bottoms.  They came from the La Vernia bootcamp.

The Forget Me Not Chapel sits thee quiet and alone. It still is not quite finished though its been here for so long. Here you see the rafter tails before we added the facia with the scalloped bottoms. They came from the La Vernia bootcamp.

Soon she goes into place where she can hold weddings, gatherings for celebration of many events, and more, possibly by the pond in Salvage, Texas as it is now slated, with a minister on call to join people in matrimony if they wish, or other ways of celebrating life. The Tiny Texas Houses on the far shore will be there for brides and grooms, family and friends, so that all can share in the beauty of both the woods, nature, the event, and the memories for years to come. Who knows, they may even merit a Tiny Texas House instead of a giant expensive wedding and honeymoon… for a novel concept in how to help the next generation come around to a new way of living that is nearly free.

Time to finish Forget Me Not Chapel and put her into service to the people.

Time to finish Forget Me Not Chapel and put her into service to the people.

The windows came from Buffalo NY where they were hand etched with little crosses on the upper panes.

The windows came from Buffalo NY where they were hand etched with little crosses on the upper panes.

Here  you cans see how nicely the facia changes the look of the chapel.

Here you cans see how nicely the facia changes the look of the chapel.

This will be the crowning touch behind the steeple that still must go up upon the roof.  Yes, we have done it before.

This will be the crowning touch behind the steeple that still must go up upon the roof. Yes, we have done it before.

Forget Me Not from the inside looking out.  This is all original textured glass from Buffalo NY too.

Forget Me Not from the inside looking out. This is all original textured glass from Buffalo NY too.

front door view without the coming hand railings.

front door view without the coming hand railings.

Inside view of the pulpit.

Inside view of the pulpit.

Forget me not window on the front door stops prying eyes.

Forget me not window on the front door stops prying eyes.

As the world turns, so does the pulpit.  A close up view of the doors turned sideways to form the wainscot.  Tin Ceiling is fine too.  Beaded wood on walls was made from salvage 2x4's.  Windows all from Buffalo NY.

As the world turns, so does the pulpit. A close up view of the doors turned sideways to form the wainscot. Tin Ceiling is fine too. Beaded wood on walls was made from salvage 2×4’s. Windows all from Buffalo NY.

Time to finish inside too 108