“My future story begins today.”
Alice came to the Haven after her Vietnam era veteran husband passed away. She and her adult son were struggling.
“They are doing well in school because the Haven’s After School Program taught them both how to read…”
Clare came to the Haven in the bitter cold — homeless — carrying her infant son and everything she owned. She had almost nothing; and no time, space or focus to put her life back together. At the Haven she could breathe again knowing she had a roof over her son’s head, and a place to call HOME.
Sofia has a disabling condition, but that doesn’t stop her from helping others rise above adversity, enjoying life to its fullest and warming the hearts of everyone around her!
Often, when a homeless person comes into The Upper Valley Haven, he or she comes with the clothes they are wearing and possibly a few personal things. This winter, a young boy brought along a seemingly insignificant item. But, in a setting of safety and sharing, it was discovered that he actually had something extremely precious. Read on to see just how priceless it was….
Consider this. A woman is an independent contractor; a computer consultant based out of her home. She gets divorced, and is the one chosen by the court to keep the family house. But, the property expenses, including the mortgage, are too much for her to afford. She eventually ends up losing her home, and moving in with one of her children until she can get back on her feet. But that situation becomes untenable for her daughter. Why?
Last month a former shelter guest who stayed with us 30 years ago came back to the Haven for a visit. He had stayed with us in the little farmhouse (Hixon House adult shelter now sits on part of its original foundation today) back in 1984 after the place he was staying in Royalton had burned down.
Homeless. It’s an evocative word, one that conjures up images of a dirty, shaggy‐bearded man, a wild look in his eye, muttering to people only he can see as he pushes a shopping cart laden with soda cans and plastic bags around city streets, passersby giving him a wide berth. But that stereotype masks a truer picture of homelessness.
On any given day the Haven is abuzz with tremendous activity. Sitting on the wall outside the front door and watching the comings and goings in the parking lot gives a strong overall sense of all that is going on.
A month or so ago, Lia invited my daughter for a sleepover at her house in Norwich. In between devouring homemade pumpkin pie Addie had made with homegrown pumpkins, camping on the trampoline outside for the night, the usual girl giggles, and making crafts, they decided to do a fundraiser for the Haven.
A couple came in to the Haven to ask for a small amount of help to move into an apartment. Both are alcoholics; and have been in recovery, and married, for over a year. They were charming in that they obviously loved each other; and were so grateful for that, their extended families and their sobriety.