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These cities have lost both manufacturing jobs and service jobs - employers just up and left. It really didn't matter if one was Middle Class or Low-Income -- the jobs dried up! Those that were able to move elsewhere did so, often leaving empty homes behind. These cities are also very racially polarized with hugh disparities in neighborhood incomes -- East Side versus West Side in Cleveland; Northwest and South in Dayton, and I've lived in 3 of the 4. The young people have left, leaving many struggling fixed-incomers who have expensive chronic medical conditions whose ultimate choice is housing or medicine. Every avenue of lifestyle improvement in this state is a joke--education rackets, housing rackets, employment rackets. Gov. Strickland has major work to do, so he better not be thinking of scampering off to DC as a VP.
Tansky is somewhat correct about the brokers/lenders. Let me tell you how awful, embarrassed, and humiliated I feel when I read some of these discussions because we've just lost our home and the derision is heartless!
Yup, one of those forced out not by lending practices to poor folks, not by "creative financing"for the Middle Class yuppies. We were done in by lack of stable employment at the same time that my only-child husband and I were called upon to care for his elderly parent.
Dad, who had an 8th grade education, bought one of those GI cottages in 1949 for $18,000; he didn't seek it out; a friend told him about the good deal and they went to look at the development. They bought it and NEVER MOVED! In 2001, it was sold for a whopping $52,000. He went from pushing broom in the shop to Asst. Plant Manager. He had a single employer his entire life. The shiny new development deteriorated, the schools deteriorated, the neighborhood deteriorated, and fortunately, he was able to retire before manufacturing completely deteriorated. His pension and SS guaranteed he'd never be eligible for MEDI-CAID without relinquishing same. His portfolio was a small holding of his employer's low-priced stock, and he carried only a retirement benefit of $25K decreasing term life insurance policy. Mom died first, but you might well appreciate at how he expected her to live should he pass first, since she had never worked the required quarters for SS. He had no plans for his healthcare as he figured he'd die before his wife. He had no plans for his funeral as he figured his family would do something "nice". Guess what? He didn't just drop over--he got bladder cancer, went septic twice requiring ICU care, developed ESRD with the dialysis, he was 80% deaf as a result of 48 years before OSHA required muffs on the job. He did not understand he wasn't going to get well, and his only son and I along w/the kids bore the task of monitoring it all. We were glad to do it for such a terrific dad who was sometimes childishly generous to us, and as we were shocked to find out, especially to his church.
We, on the other hand, married in 1970. Our first apt. was $156. We stayed a year and bought a new condo complete w/appliances for $18,000. Payment: $159 plus a $50 maintenance fee. We stayed 6 years, selling it for $31,400. Purchased single-family home for $37,000 and stayed 10 years, selling it for $43,900--not much appreciation in old NE Ohio in late 80s. I worked for five years before having kids and took six years off during their toddlerhood; spouse was a vested employee at a major healthcare insurance company that merged with another in 1984, the first time this IT person got RIFFED. The next job didn't pan out quite right, so he looked for another at a publisher who has long-since closed down shop in Cleveland, and was hired by a small consultancy where he was RIFFED again. Another job hunt landed a short-lived spot in county government--the DEM lost! After a year of unemployment, he found a new job in Dayton and all went well for 2 years. We rented an apartment, sold the house near Cleveland, and bought one in NW Dayton for $74,000. This was the exact median price of housing at the time, and there was little choice in our price range at the time, cost of housing being somewhat higher in Dayton and nobody moving. I can remember how non-confident I was that we should even be doing it, but persons told me I was crazy for worrying so. The payments started at $775, not unworkable, and over the 18 years we lived there, it appreciated to $114,000. We re-fid it once in 1991 to clear some debts, but were confident that we'd be able to get our fixed-rate loan back, and be well on our way to college educating our kids, thinking we'd move near retirement age and repay the student loans from the house sale. Boy, were we in for a surprise.
I went to school, on my own dime and on a portion of the NE Ohio home sale (NO DEBT), working full-time second-shift to forego childcare costs. Things went well for 2 years. OOPS, spouse's IT contract ended and the first of many RIFFs began. What followed was a continuous string of mergers, downsizings, re-organizations, corporate moves out-of-town and contract failures, combined with Mom's death and Dad's deteriorating health - a complete nightmare, as IT jobs went to India, China, and other US States, but our home was there and Dad was now there too.
During those years, we escaped foreclosure twice, but the last RIFF in Dayton lasted two years during which Dad rapidly deteriorated. He insisted he be on his own, so we rented him an apartment, but he had imbalances that made him incoherent, very much like an Alzheimer's patient, non-communicative and unable to take his myriad of meds on his own. He needed daily care if we were to work. We hired a nurse, but he fired her. He needed daily monitoring, so it was off to Assisted Living at a cost of $2,500 a month, a deal in Ohio. He outlived his resources and we didn't have anything stable coming in either. Finally, he passed, and another job was located out-of-town. BTW, he's never had a bad review; they don't keep a body around long enough to be reviewed.
The last RIFF, after Dad passed, found us in another Ohio city, renting our home short just to have a tenant, the house being in the best part of the worst part of the city. I rented an apartment one block from where I worked and spouse would live w/the kids during the week and come home weekends, until the gas crunch, and where two jobs in a row went south within a year--that did it--we lost the house and filed bankruptcy. We'll undoubtedly never have another home of our own, and it's killing me. Rentals are dear and hard to find for those with pets. When it's our time to leave the working world, roughly 5-7 years from now (LOL), we'll probably have a pathetically low SS-only income with housing and healthcare costs that will eat it up, burdening our children with our maintenance and care until death us do part. I hope and pray for a quick end.
I'm not very good at coping. My joys now are gardening in my postage stamp flowerbed on the patio, loving my people and pets, and participating in the DU community. For now, we're both working. We're only beginning to meet people, but the shame is great, and it's difficult to know who to trust, who will not say: "Hey, you made bad choices-tough luck sucker! or "Hey, you're just lazy, pr "Hey, no one told you to have kids, pets, dessert." Perhaps I will even volunteer a little for a campaign this coming year. If the other shoe doesn't drop yet again.
I don't want you to think I'm whining -- I'm just stuck in that certain phase of grief over wasted efforts. I also know we're not the only family that has faced the results of these years of horrible government policies and decisions of players that have been draining ALL OF US, one way or another, FOR YEARS!
Oh, sorry it's so long!
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