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Happy Birthday to Junction 116 ~ 6-14-2018

It is hard to imagine that today “June 14th 2018” marks one year since we opened our doors; or rather our website. So we want to take a moment and say thank you to all of our absolutely wonderful and supportive Family, Friends, Clients and Customers. Because without you and your support, we would not be where we are today. And that through supporting us, it has helped others too.

Thank You again; with much love, and remember to try and always bring a smile to another in need.

Yours in Service,

Raven & Ron

 

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Junction 116 News ~We Are Moving Stories from the Heart and Junction 116 News

Attention: We Are Moving Stories from the Heart and Junction 116 News.

Stories from the Heart will merge with our main website junction116.com

Existing Stories will be placed posted to our Facebook Page. Junction 116 News and Updates will from now on be found on our Facebook Page Junction 116 ~ Facebook Page

Questions, Comments or Suggestion are welcomed at sales@junction116.com

Have a Fantastic Day!

Yours in Service,

Raven & Ron

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Privacy Policies Updated for Junction 116, LLC 5-18-2018

Please be advised that as of 5-18-2018, the Privacy Policies on Junction 116, LLC sites have been updated. They can be found at the following URLs.

Our Blogs: https://jct116.com/privacy-policy/

Our Main Website: https://www.junction116.com/privacy-policy/

Have a Fantastic Weekend!

Yours in Service,

Raven & Ron

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The Quest ~ Junction 116 News ~ 5-9-2018

G’Day Everyone,

Just a quick note.

We will be out of the office today (5-9-2018) due to a quest for Bubba (the box turtle). The quest is to find pesticide free strawberry and vegetable plants for Bubba. So we will be visiting several local businesses that supply plants. Wish us luck 🙂 we are crossing fingers to find plants that are organically grown

Side Note: We will still be answering emails, messages and processing your orders. It will just be via  mobile. Which we are looking forward to using out in the field.

Have a Fantastic Day and Be Good to One Another.

Yours in Service,

Raven & Ron

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Introduction of Bubba the Box Turtle

We apologize for not posting our Friday updates. But, we needed to settle in our latest resident. Bubba the Box Turtle.

A little backstory. Bubba is a female box turtle from Dallastown, Pennsylvania. She is 25 years young with a birthday coming this August of 2018.

Bubba’s beginnings were not very pleasant to say the least (she wasn’t even 6 month old and about the size of a U.S Silver Dollar). She was rescued from some children (we will call them unruly; though we would prefer a more non-pc word or phase). They were torturing her; she had holes in her shell and burns. We were unsure if the little one would survive. But, we undertook the endeavor of her rehab. It took quite awhile to get her to eat or drink (though we did force some drops of water in her mouth to keep her hydrated in the beginning). We tried so many things to get her to eat; all the typical foods a box turtle is supposed to eat. What a stubborn turtle. She would not eat any leafy greens and her fruits and melons had to be cut up into pea sized pieces; or she would not eat. But, one day we found her favorite food by accident. She actually got quite excited when I walked in with some McD’s Double Cheeseburgers. So we thought why not. So we gave her half of one. She went nuts tearing at it. Now, whether they are good for her or not, she did not get sick or nothing and it made her happy. So from time to time she gets her favourite treat. But, moving on, the days turned into weeks and months, and it became apparent that due to the holes in her shell and a lack of a filler that would grow with her shell, she would not be able to be returned to the wild. So she settled in and became part of the family. I should mention that I (Neall) was there 25 years ago. But, to continue, we felt she needed a rough and tough name considering what she went through. So she was named Bubba.

Bubba has since traveled across country (in a black Mustang) from the East Coast to West Coast of America. She lived in Portland Oregon for many years, then returned to Pennsylvania a couple years ago. But, her caretaker needed to move back to Oregon for family matters and could no longer care for Bubba. So Bubba has come to live with Ron and I. We are excited to have Bubba staying with us. We placed her in our garden room that is full of plants and she is near a window so she gets lots of sunshine. We do hope she feels at home. if not she will let us know. Since she likes to bang on the glass when she wants something. Oh, one more little tidbit of info about Bubba, she can live 80 to a 100 years. Wow right…

Well, that ends Bubba’s introduction. As a side, we will post some fun pictures from time to time. Until then…

Have a Fantastic Weekend!

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Gram ~ The Final Chapter

While I titled this the final chapter. I will have many other adventures of Gram to share.

So the big day has arrived for her transport to Haven at Springwood. A little back story first. When the social workers approached me that she could not return home and had to be in a facility. I was without a doubt, totally lost as to what to do next. But, I gathered my thoughts and just started calling one facility after another to find placement for Gram. What an ordeal mentally and emotionally, not to mention, it was surprising how many of the facilities in central Pennsylvania could not give a damn about the individuals they cared for. They were mere numbers to them. Though more often than not, these places had such exorbitant fees and waiting lists that were years long; that after I ended a call, I had to walk away to regather the energy to keep calling; I was disheartened and totally disgusted at how even in the end stages of person’s life, they are still capitalized on. Well, I reached my wits end. So I called the office on aging. Not sure if it is a good thing or not. But, when I called. They knew who I was just by my voice. I explained the situation of needed a facility that would not break the bank and would give her optimal care. They came through with the Haven at Springwood a few hours later. I dropped everything I was doing and went the same day to register Gram. After a couple of hours of paperwork and a tour of the facility; it was time to have the wheelchair van pick her up and bring her Haven at Springwood.

Well, she arrived and was pleased to see me. Lots of hugs and her telling me how nice it was to get out of Manorcare and excited she was soon going home. My heart dropped. Damn that dementia, it was a blessing and a curse. I changed subject from talking about home to talking about her room and the nice view from the window.

We came to her room, and I unpacked a bunch of stuff while the nurses were doing their thing of taking her vitals and getting her food likes and dislikes. Hehehe, Gram kept asking for a hot cup of tea and the nurses had to repeat many times that they would take her for tea after she was settled. Oh Gram and her one track mind sometimes. Anyway, they were all done, I sat with her for a few minutes she was asking about her flowers and then, out of the blue, she looks me dead in the eyes. I am not going home, am I? I am staying here for good. I went to give her a hug, and she leaned away. And just stared at me and tears started running down her cheeks. I said I love you Nan, I do not have a choice and nor do you at this point. She said bullshit, pack up my things and take me the bloody hell home. I told her I am not allowed. At this point, my eyes and streaming. And tried to give her another hug and she leaned away. I said I have to go talk to the nurses. And then did something I should not have done as I started to walk away. I turned back to look at her. Oh my god, that was the saddest I have ever seen her in my lifetime, and that I had done this on some level to her. That look was worse than a death in the family. It was the look of total betrayal, I did that. Then I shouted in my head, f*ck!, it echoed through my mind. But, my heart at that moment broke. I suddenly stopped crying. And I remember pushing with all my being that feeling so far down into the deep recesses of my mind. I regained my composure, even if it was totally fake, and went to the nurses and asked if there was anything to keep her calm. They said Gram had a prescription of zoloft and would contact the doctor to check about doses.

After dealing with the nurses, I just left and went home. I could not face her anymore that day.

Oh, that bloody dementia. She called me later in the evening. I was actually afraid to answer. But, I did and to my surprise, all she wanted was to say goodnight and that she hopes to see me soon, since it has been days. What an emotional roller coaster from the bowels of hell. But, I endured.

I went in the next day, she was actually all settled. And asked if we could go shopping, as she needed some new blouses. So I took her out Walmart, as she seemed to like the blouses they were currently carrying. After shopping and a stop my Perkins for some food, we returned back to Haven. It was uneventful, she hugged me and said don’t leave it so long in between visits and that she enjoyed our going out and about. Well, this became the norm for the next 2 years. With only the occasional mention of when she might go home and monitoring her pain meds. A few family holiday get togethers at our home. Oh there were some firsts I will cherish for the rest of life. But, those are stories for another day.

Then one day, I showed up and she was yellow. Very yellow, I asked the nurses, what was up, they said it happens in older adults. It apparently is relatively common in much older adults. But, I wasn’t having it. I said she is going to the doctors immediately. Call the ambulance. They did and off we went to York Hospital. After, a day’s worth of testing, they decided they were going to keep her for a few days.

On day two, the doctor called me and personally asked if I could come in as soon as possible. He would not explain further on the phone. So off I went to the hospital. Arriving I saw Gram in a bit of discomfort. No nurse about, but, then the doctor walked in. He said he had some news of the tests they ran. He said Gram had an inoperable cancer and that she might have 6 months to a year left. Gram and I were both in a bit of shock. Then she started crying hysterically, I hugged her and motioned to the doctor that I wanted to talk. I said how sure he was it was cancer and exactly how bad it was. He said there was no way to tell how bad. Just that is was bad. I asked why it was inoperable. He said if she was a bit younger they would attempt to remove it. But, the doctor was called away in the middle of our conversation. So I went back to gram. She was done crying and just rubbing her tummy, saying oh dear these tummy wobbles. Again, she forgot already that the doctor just broke the news to her about the cancer. I hugged and hugged her. I said you need some rest and I need to track down that doctor as I have a lot of questions and you need something for those tummy wobbles.

I tracked down the doctor after having to call the hospital’s administration office. Oh, there is nothing more annoying than being avoided by a doctor. But, now I had him, I readdressed the surgery possibility. He said I would have to talk to the oncologist. Which apparently was already seeing Gram. I left the doctor and went to straight to gram’s room and she was crying again. Because the oncologist just told her she had inoperable cancer, again. But, for her it was the first time. I asked him out into the hallway. I then asked him, why and how it was possible that over the last five years of Gram being in and out of York Hospital every month, that this was never discovered. Especially, since she has complained of tummy wobbles for ever. But, he was of no help on anything. Just said you can have a second opinion. I said before that, you need to do more tests to see how bad. He said there were a couple more tests they could do to better evaluate how bad. I said do them. Well, a couple more days passed, and then found out it was in stage 4 and she might not last 6 months. Well, over the course of the next few weeks, everyone was informed with a bit of attitude, that nobody was to mention cancer to her at all, that we would call it her tummy wobbles. While there was some initial resistance from the doctors. I asked which it better, to tell her like it is the first time and watch her cry over and over again or just address it indirectly by calling it tummy wobbles. They eventually conceded.

Returning back to Haven, I was approached about setting up Hospice. We did, but, I could not afford a private room, so she had to stay in the room with 2 other people. If I could have afforded a private room, it would have been between $3300-5500. But, we made due. And they eventually, moved the roommates out towards the end. The end was relatively quiet. During her last two weeks, she was comatose, and not in any visible pain. As this was something I watched like a hawk. So she could pass peacefully. Oh, how I talked to her, so so much over those last days. I do not have too many regrets, I think I did everything possible that I was able to for all her needs and wants. I can hope she knew that in the end. She passed. October 22, 2015

I wanted to expand on the end a bit more. Just cannot. Too much.

Love You Gram ~ Always

Your Grandson Neall

 

 

 

 

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Everyone has a Story ~ Here is Ours

Ron (left) Neall (right) {Picture by Murphy-Steele @ Sam Lewis State Park, York, PA}

Hello there, I am Neall, one of the co-owners of Junction 116, LLC.  And I wanted to take a moment to share my our story (well, one of them) and in addition, answer a few questions asked of us along the way.

Before I get started with my story. Yes, I will complete the series about Gram and her move into assisted living with the Haven at Springwood. Admittedly, my delay in writing it is very personal, as it will be the final living chapter of her story; though not the end of her stories, since she touched so many lives in her lifetime.

Moving on, my latest leg of life’s journey began in 2003. I was living in a college town called Forest Grove in Oregon. It is located about 30 minutes just outside of Portland, Oregon. And to put things into a bit of perspective. My Gram was living in Craley, Pennsylvania, which is about 35 minutes south of Harrisburg the State capitol of Pennsylvania. This was quite a distance to try and care for someone, 2800 miles of distance. So as time passed and the normal calls of how are you doing, changed to could you help me with a problem dear. She had a habit of being scammed out of a lot of money. All do to her very trusting nature. I will never fault her for it. It is what made her so lovable. But, I would do my best to remedy as many of these wonderful issues as I could; from 2800 miles away. But, it started to become quite apparent that this could not continue. I discussed with her about moving to Oregon.  She was at first quite thrilled with the idea and even came to stay for a while in Oregon (we have a ton of videos she recorded). She so did like it there, she would often point out, that she isn’t sweating bullets, because the climate was so similar to England. But, then another issue popped up while she was visiting. She had a heart attack, though it was not fatal, it downed her mood greatly. So she wanted to return back to Pennsylvania. I knew this was the start of a big change coming.

About, a month after she returned home. She called me at an irregular time (not our good night call), but, early morning. She said I do not feel quite right dear. She said, that she felt very tired and could barely keep her eyes open. So I said unlock the kitchen door and just sit there at the table with the phone by you. I will call and ambulance and will get you to the emergency room. She then retorted, I do not need a bloody ambulance, just need a hot cup of tea. I said nevermind the tea right now. Just sit there. So I called the ambulance, not easy from 2800 miles away. but, when I mentioned she had a heart attack about a month earlier, they decided to listen and sent one to her home.

So she arrives at the hospital, a few hours later, the doctor calls me and informs me the blood flow to her heart is less than ten percent. He then says, she needs to have stents placed immediately or she will not be around much longer. But, Gram being her lovable self, scratch that, being her most stubborn British self said, the doctor doesn’t know what he is talking about and just wants more money. And that she is just tired and needs a pick me up. To which, I debated with her, she is not a doctor and less she forgets, she had a heart attack about a month early while visiting with me. She fought me on this, saying no such thing happened, and all she remembers is having indigestion. I had to point out the doctor she saw while in Oregon was a heart doctor. She still denied it. But, as we were talking she started to have a bad angina attack. Which somehow convinced her she needed the stents. So off she went to the have the stents put in. I should note, this was just the first 2 of 9 total stents she would receive over the next couple years. She fared well through the placement of the stents, and returned to her stubborn British self. Because, after it was all said and done, she kept asking, was that all  necessary, as she felt totally fine. Another moment of realization that my time of big change was even closer than I initially imagined.

So another month goes by and I cannot stop thinking about the move to Pennsylvania. But, one morning I just gave up arguing with myself and made that decision. I was moving back to Pennsylvania. So I began preparations. First thing I had to do was find a place to live. Why not with Gram? Well, she is not only a lovable stubborn Brit, she values her privacy and independence. And I remember other times just having a visiting nurse come by to help her after hospital stays or rehab. It did not fare well at all; since she chased them off. While I know I am family, I had already left the nest, and on some level she would lose some respect for me. And if that happened, it would have caused issues with her future care. So I bought a place in downtown York City, Pennsylvania. It was not too far, but not too close to be a bother to her. So I moved back to Pennsylvania and the journey of crossing America is another story all to itself (I will say it involved three siamese and three people in a two seater 24 foot Ryder truck traveling 2800 miles).

I arrived in York, Pennsylvania in June of 2003 and after getting all settled in. The daily visits to Gram’s home began. There was never ending yard work and weeding of her huge flower beds, not to mention a host of other tasks to make her home livable for someone now deemed handicapped; and for someone insisting on being independent. So I installed hand hold bars near steps and reworked the bathroom to give handles everywhere. Perhaps, I overdid it, but, her safety was my primary concern. So for now I had her sort of squared away. I now needed to work on my personal life. Because all work and no play does make for a dull boy (or stressed out caregiver).

I dated a bit, but, was not feeling the York vibe. It is a small town of about 100k people. A little town trying to be a big city is the best way to describe it. But, it does have some appeal for its closeness to big cities like Philadelphia, New York, Baltimore, Washington D.C. to name a few. So a few months pass and I am setup on a blind date by a dear friend. Yeah, all those thoughts crossed my mind about blind dates. But, little did I know at the time. That the blind date would turn into 14 years and married. He has been simply amazing, a rock for me to lean on, a shelter in the storm of my emotions. But, mostly a true companion that I trust as we travel together through this journey of our lives.

So to wrap up my at times long winded stories. After, my Gram passed in October of 2015 and I finished my roller coaster of mourning. Ron and I began a closer look at our lives. We pondered all those we had lost and the trials and tribulations we had been through in life thus far. And what we came up with was to start Junction 116. It had to be more than just a business to make money, it had to help others and touch lives. But, most importantly, it had to have the values of those we cherished and loved. It also had to reflect their beliefs in charity and helping others less fortunate or dealt a bad hand…(that last one was for your gram). So Junction 116, LLC was born in June of 2017; interesting time June. Junction116.com is an online department store with something for everyone and every budget.  And we donate 50 percent of profits to charities. Though in order to be added or stay in the rotation of charities we support. The charity must give to its programs and works at least 50 percent of its income; not 49.5, but 50. We are realistic and understand there are administrative and other costs. But, if an existing charity falls below the 50 rule, it will be removed.

So there is a little more background about us and Junction 116’s origins and why we do it.

Have a Fantastic day and be good to one another.

Neall

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Gram Talking About Family History


Hope you enjoy listening to Gram as much as we do.

 

Shirley (Buckland) aka (Nan, Gram) Talking about our Family History

Originally Recorded on VHS 02/06/1991

Copied from VHS – 01/03/2017

CREDITS Shirley E. Woodham (Buckland) aka Nan 01-04-1927 – 10-23-2015

We all we miss you Nan

R Neall Childs aka Raven

Transferred from VHS to Digital Format 01/03/2017

And warm thank you from me to the unknown lady who originally recorded this 25 years and 10 months ago for Gram.

 

Miss You <3