When Madeline and I married we moved into a trailer house (we called it a mobile home – but it was a trailer house, I’m pretty sure). It was in Sherwood Shores.
Our next door neighbors were Sid and Fay. They were retired. Our place was almost new and was pretty spacious, for a young couple just starting out. Sid and Fay lived in a very small older trailer, but it was immaculate. Everything was pretty and neat. We shared a small pond out back that had ducks swimming around all the time. We would sit out back and visit with our new neighbors.
Shortly after we moved there, Sid and Fay decided they would buy a new double wide and put it on an adjoining lot that they owned. They hit us up to move over into their little trailer once their new one was set up. We took them up on their offer. They gave it to us at a slightly cheaper price than we were currently paying.
It seemed like such a dreamy quaint little place and we were so happy. We enjoyed sitting close to each other, so living in cramp quarters worked fine.
One day a loose door latch got tightened and I thought I had a very handy wife, for making repairs like that. I guess she thought the same. A few days later a loose shelf in the refrigerator got fixed. Madeline thanked me for taking care of it. I told her that I hadn’t taken care of it.
We realized that the landlords were making regular visits to the house when we were away. I tore out next door to see why they felt the need to make those visits without telling us. To this day I don’t know if they were in the right or not. It didn’t really matter, it just seemed like an intrusion.
Sid said he wouldn’t let anyone live in his trailer without looking in to make sure they weren’t tearing the place up and then one thing lead to another.
In a matter of minutes we had all our belongings stuffed into Madeline’s car and my pickup and we were no longer residents of Sherwood Shores.
I had just started my own contracting business and was doing work in Burnet, so we decided it was much better to rent a house or an apartment there. It would cut and hour drive time off. Life would be better.
We arrived at a little cheap motel, that’s all Burnet had in those days. The Arrowhead Motel was our new home until we could find a place to rent. The new power plant was being built on Lake LBJ, or I guess it was Granite Shoals Lake, back then. Horseshoe Bay was just getting underway along with a few more things in the area that caused all rental property to be occupied. The Arrowhead was where we ended up staying for the next several months.
Madeline became the Queen of Hamburger Helper and other things that could be fixed in an electric skillet. It was fun but boring. There wasn’t much happening in Burnet back then. We knew every time the drive-in movie was going to change. We planned our weeks accordingly.
It was certainly a simpler time when we look back on and laugh about our run in with Sid and Fay.