An Outsider in Vidor

By Donna Montgomery

My name is Donna, and I am an outsider in Vidor. It has a lot of twisted turns in the way that people look at you since their town has a lot of secrets, and you end up in it.

When I got there, there was no way of knowing what I was in for. It just seemed like a small town. The paper said people lived to a ripe old age there, never mentioning that only a select few made it. As you read this, youll find out a lot about the backwoods of Vidor you would never know, and no locals would say a word to warn you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493149223

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AN OUTSIDER

IN VIDOR

Donna Montgomery

Copyright © 2014 by Donna Montgomery.

Library of Congress Control Number:                       2013922028

ISBN:                  Hardcover                             978-1-4931-4921-6

                            Softcover                               978-1-4931-4920-9

                            Ebook                                    978-1-4931-4922-3

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Rev. date: 12/04/2013

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1   Vidor, Texas

Chapter 2   Backwoods Fun

Chapter 3   River Rats and Drinking

Chapter 4   Working Out of Town with Vidorians

Chapter 5   Strange Things Happening

Chapter 6   Hunting Lease

Chapter 7   Finally Got a House

Chapter 8   Drugs, Bad Habits, and Deaths

Chapter 9   Drugs, Bad Habits, Death

Chapter 10   Getting Mom from the Hospital, the Hurricane, and Tommy’s Hospitalization

Chapter 11   Mom’s Sick Again and Tommy Dies

Chapter 12   My Sickness

Chapter 13   Getting Back to Me

Chapter 14   The Wreck

Chapter 15   Staying Drunk

Chapter 16   The Court Date

Chapter 17   Meeting a Man

Chapter 18   My Sentencing to Jail

Working for a Dream

I would like to thank my best friend, Diana Davis, for all her help and support on the book, and also Doug Myers Jr. for all the hard work he put in. Without the help of these two people in my life, I could have never put this book together.

INTRODUCTION

My name is Donna, and I am an outsider in Vidor. It has a lot of twisted turns in the way that people look at you since their town has a lot of secrets, and you end up in it.

When I got there, there was no way of knowing what I was in for. It just seemed like a small town. The paper said people lived to a ripe old age there, never mentioning that only a select few made it. As you read this, you’ll find out a lot about the backwoods of Vidor you would never know, and no locals would say a word to warn you.

CHAPTER 1

Vidor, Texas

In a refinery in Port Author, Texas, called Total, I came to a new construction job to build a new unit at Zachary Construction. I pulled a twenty-foot travel trailer to a little town of Groves, Texas. My travel trailer was old and small. Construction workers try not to spend all their money on living quarters. I am a single female with only my dog Rowdy as a companion. This seemed to be just like any other job as I was a traveling pipefitter from state to state and town to town.

I settled in and started the job. In no time at all, I was rolling in the dough, sort to say. I have a couple of Harleys and a boat that I still have to get from the other park I just moved from. For years now, I’ve been saying I need to get my shit together or, at least, in one place.

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This is Rowdy.

So after a couple of weeks, I started looking for some land as I had done in so many towns before. I never found a place where I really wanted to settle down, a place Rowdy would really like. You know, it is going to be his home too. Rowdy was a 120-lb. rottweiler I had adopted from a pound in Pasadena, Texas. He was like my kid.

I got rained on one day during the week and stumbled in a little cafe called Gary’s. The place had been there forever. I bought a newspaper and opened it to the ads and saw an ad that read, Two acres in country for sale call this number. So I did. I went to look at the property as Ed’s Mobile Home Moving had it for sale. I guess it was because of regression that someone might have purchased the trailer and gave the land for collateral, then lost it.

I got directions to it, and it was indeed out in the country. It had old boats, toilets, washer pipes, and piles of junk. It needed a lot of work, but it has what I needed and wanted—trailer hook and lots of land for Rowdy to run. He had been cooped up in a twenty-foot travel trailer for about three years, and this was my promise to him. I went back to Ed’s Mobile Home and made the deal. $16,000 was my offer. He took it. I said, I could pay $2,000 down payment. There was a problem; he needed $4,000, so he took $2,000 and told me to pay the other $2,000 next Friday. I agreed, but he wrote $4,000 down. By the next Friday, I came back with the agreed price, and that man got fired. So I got the land for $12,000, and I was happy for that because nothing ever happens in my favor, but that did. I still did not know anyone in that town, so I did everything on the land by myself—haul junk, junk, and more junk to the dump.

My water well pump had been stolen from the time I started looking at the place. When I moved the trailer in, the pump was gone. So I met the next-door neighbor shortly afterward, and they told me where I could find a used one, and I went and bought it. Much to my surprise, the pump attached to the PVC pipe to the well was cut with a forty-five-degree angle, and it matched perfectly with the pipe on my pump. I bought my stolen pump back. My neighbors were old-timers. Paw and Maw seemed harmless, but something was not right with that. Maybe because of hard times, they need a little extra money. I didn’t fret. Those were moved from all the trailer parks. Finally, my shit was altogether in one place.

I work every spare minute on that piece of land, and slowly, it started getting cleaned up. About a year went by and I got laid off, so by now, I have a thirty-six-foot travel trailer on my land and, a twenty-foot travel