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"I'm here to tell you about the nickel down and dollar a week retirement plan so you can take advantage of it, or help your aging parents get happily involved." Peso Little. Before I start let me confess that the title is a little misleading. You see, the nickel down isn't really necessary. And neither is the dollar a week for that matter. However, by the time you hear how tough I've got it you might not care. Here's what I have to put up with. First of all, I have to sweep my own floor. I have to wash my own dishes, I have to clean my own clothes, and I even have to cook some of my own food. But there are some plusses too. My apartment has
central heat and air. All utilities are paid. The bath is excellent. There is a
stove for me to cook on, a refrigerator to cool my food, a double sink to wash
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An instructor gets paid to teach me ceramics and other
crafts, usually one on one. There are sewing machines and quilting frames ready
when I am. A bus takes me and my local friends to dog races, shopping, out to
pick peaches, out fishing, boat dining, picnics, and so forth. Another bus picks
me up for doctor appointments and whisks me back when I'm finished.
Other doctors and specialists come here regularly to "educate me" in their fields of expertise. At least five free and hot meals are brought in for me each week. And then, there are some "specials" that aren't planned for. Called low income housing, this is a government funded program (available under HUD auspices in virtually every county or parish in the United States) and the rules are kind of like Saran Wrap in the hands of the officials in charge. Basically, this is how it works. If you can prove you aren't making ANYTHING then you don't pay a cent for your living quarters or any of the other benefits above. The more income you have to declare, the more you pay. But, HOW you spend your money is almost as important. I didn't know that when I started. I was forced into retirement after four operations left me with an uncertain future. Any second I might drop dead. The only income I had was $80 a month. When asked "What proportion of your income goes for rent?" I was dumb enough to admit I did the housework in exchange for free rent with a friend, and used all of my $80 to pay bills. That answer disqualified me on the spot. When I was disqualified I went back and stormed angrily
at the social worker who'd told me how easy this would be. Here's the deal as she explained it to me ... whether you make $800 a month or $8 a year, you MUST be paying over 30% of your income for rent before you can qualify. The higher the percentage, the quicker you are approved. You can do what I did; paid my friend $50 for rent, and let her "donate" that much on my bills on the side. I know it is the same nickel, but this time they looked at the buffalo. You will also need to have a verifiable rent paying
record. This was another mistake I had to correct. If the landlords in your past
won't sign the forms, you don't get approved. If they take a month or two to
sign them, you wait! So, if you are doing this for your parents and they have
been living with you, prepare a rent record for them before you go in. Any change in your legal status must be reported immediately. Any of these changes usually necessitate refiling your application and puts you at the bottom of the list again.
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Since so many wealthy people are using this program to
find adequate housing for their aging parents I'll go into finding your own
dwelling first. If you or your parents have some money set aside you can build
or buy a small home nearby for your parents. Let's say the house payment is
running you $450 a month on this dwelling. You will then charge your parents
$500 a month rent to meet the Housing Authority's guidelines for your area. The
Housing Authority then collects whatever rent from your parents that is in line
with Housing's Guidelines, or as little as nothing. Then the Housing Authority
makes up the difference and pays you $500 a month. Not only have you taken care
of your dear old Mom, your house is being paid for, and you are making a little
profit besides. Hey, don't tell me it doesn't happen. I've seen too many diamond
-studded petitioners do exactly that! Here are some of the pitfalls poor people wade through in finding their own dwelling. It is a fraud to pay the landlord more deposit than the Housing Authority authorizes you to pay. Consequently, you must talk her into taking less than usual. The "normal" rent payment must not exceed the amount established by the Housing Authority as your limit. This is what you SHOULD be paying, not what you will be paying. The rent payment must meet the Housing Authority's definition of Fair Rent Value for that particular location. The bathroom must be a separate room, and enclosed. The utilities and sewer must be ON for the inspection. YOU have to convince the landlord to accept the one
year lease under the Housing Authority's guidelines and restrictions. If any improvements must be made in the property, then it is up to you to see that the landlord does make them before the inspector is called out again. Okay, that one was for the rich people. Us poor folks generally have to take an apartment at a complex. Once you are qualified for the Housing Complex you are almost home free. All you have to do is wait patiently until your name rises to the top of the list. Reject an opening at your own peril, or with an awfully good excuse. If you do decide you want to live at that particular complex, you must inspect the premises thoroughly before you move in. Any defects you don't find can be held against you and charged to your account at a later date. For example, l,ook for: cracked window panes, torn or stained carpets, loose tile, scratched refrigerators, etc. Be sure these are written down BEFORE you sign your one year lease agreement. AFTER you move in to one of the complexes, or to a place you found yourself, certain other restrictions apply, including your right to overnight visitors. There will be inspections occasionally, and if they find the water or power suspended at an individual dwelling, you'll be looking for another home in a hurry. Now, tough as it is to get in, AFTERWARDS things suddenly smooth out. A fifty eight page manual reveals every known agency anxious to be of assistance to you and what they do. You find out where to get your toenails trimmed every three months. A whole hospital staff comes to check your blood pressure every Wednesday. S omeone helps you sign up for commodities, and even
brings them to you. You get advance notice of all the parties coming up, all the
times the bus will be going out. Someone comes down to help you get registered
to vote, and of course, all the other benefits I have mentioned above. Look in your phone directory's helpful numbers section for housing. HUD'S number will jump right out at you. Ask them for the local administrator of the "low cost housing." If you are walking someone through this process make sure they arrive on time for any appointments. Those coming in late are often put on the bottom of the stack again. Coach them on how to answer the above questions correctly once they get those thick sheaves of papers thrust at them. Line up some friends in advance who will provide them with verifiable references so they can qualify. Plan on it taking at least two months for the paperwork to be processed. Make sure they don't get a raise after signing the papers. Compassion never comes cheap. Remember the most important rule of success, Keep Smiling! Unless they can come up with the refrigerator, stove, and utility deposits, gently steer them towards the apartments. What about freedom? After you are moved in, you can go where you want, and do what you like. One woman here goes fishing every sunny day. One man picks up cans for extra income. Another one works yard sales every weekend. Some just work in their gardens. I ride my bike and exercise every day to get my health back. Others go camping when they please. No, it ain't much. But for a nickel down and a dollar a week, THIS IS THE LIFE! |
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