This is an email that I wrote to the gentleman who built Little Gypsy. I just sent it yesterday and I haven’t heard back from him, yet, but I’m hoping that he will be kind in his response. I’m actually certain that he will be, he and his wife are wonderful Christian people. I guess I am hoping for absolution. A friend reminded me this morning, that the Arizona Sun is hard on everything. I thought about trying to write a post about this, but I really can’t bear to try to rewrite this in some fashion that would make sense. So, except for a few pictures, I am posting this email as it stands.
Philippians is my favorite book in the Bible. Chapter 4 especially. I go there when I need comfort. I hope this passage brings you comfort as well.
Philippians 4:4-8 (NIV)
4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God,which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
I am so sorry to tell you.
I’m afraid that Little Gypsy is not going to be with us anymore. I remember that you said I should paint her roof at least once every four years, or more, if she needed it. I had painted her roof shortly after I got her, because she was due to be painted. Then I painted her again two or so years later, because we had been in Kentucky and wound up with mold problems because of the high humidity. Not in Little Gypsy, but in a lot of our belongings. We taped everything off and painted The Whole Trailer, just as a precaution. If I remember right, I think you can probably can see a post about that. But now?
Unfortunately, there is a little tear in the roof of Gypsy, that I didn’t catch. Right in the front passenger side corner, where the Box joins the triangle, or what I like to call her Bow, since she always seemed like a tiny little ship to me. My son, Charles, saw it when he came down to help me again.
There’s no good way to say this. She’s gone to mold and the wood has rotted.
Charlie checked last night and there is already cracking and discoloration on the inside of the front storage area, right where the wound is. It also looks like it’s coming through into the house part of Little Gypsy.
I have filled her little wound with silicon and taped it shut well, in hopes that she won’t get any worse, but unfortunately, mold and I, are on extremely unfriendly terms. Since it’s already going across the roof and down inside the wall, I don’t see any way to save her.
I am so sorry that I have not taken care if her as I should have. If I had caught it in time? Who knows how many more years we would have had together. Personally, in some ways, I think it’s amazing that she’s done as well as she has, when you think about her construction. 2 x 2`s, thin sheets of plywood and canvas? You did well, Will, when you put her together. I checked her so often the first few years. But I’ve been struggling with my health issues this last year or so, in more difficult ways. That’s no excuse, but I think I had just begun to feel that Little Gypsy was indestructible! Charlie, is trying to assure me that eventually I would have been at this point with Little Gypsy. Charles reminded me, that she has been having other issues as well these last few months. Once Charlie saw that one tear in the roof he checked the rest of the roof, and down that same side you can see where the skin is bubbling up off of the wood. Her walls seem to be warping a little bit. The front storage door is also delaminating. Charles and I both wondered how long you thought she would last, when you built her?
I wanted both of you to know about Little Gypsy first. But mostly I wanted you to both know, how much she’s meant to me. When I think about the places I’ve taken this little girl, and the joy that she’s brought me, I have to smile through my tears. When I think of something that is excellent or praiseworthy, one of my cherished memories will definitely be of my Little Gypsy.