TVA Disaster: It's Not Toxic; It's Safe

Below is an excerpt from Penny's blog Life on Swan Pond. When you read her blog entry, ask yourself the following questions:

What does 'home' mean to you and your family?

Why are people in this neighborhood getting sick with the commonality of nose bleeds, massive headaches and breathing difficulties?

Why are people being quietly relocated for an undetermined amount of time if everything is, as you read in the paper, 'safe'?

Why are these folks having to leave items behind?

When I look up the definition of 'safe' in my dictionary, it says "free from danger; free from risk; not dangerous" --what do you suppose is TVA's definition of 'safe'?

Here's Penny's blog entry...

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Yesterday was the start of our "transition" or "relocation" for an undetermined amount of time until the area we live in is deemed safe. (I don't know "who" is going to deem it safe... since all of the reports from TVA say it is already safe...)

Getting back to the "relocation".... TVA has leased us a home. It's a nice home, but will never be "my" home.

It is a one level home that will accommodate my Grandson's needs (he has a special custom stroller, therapy equipment & such), and it has lots of room for floor time, play and therapy.

TVA has provided us furniture (we could not take any furniture that was fabric because it could not be appropriately cleaned to prevent the dust from becoming airborne again, ie: beds, couch, chair). ..

I kept thinking that maybe we would be able to go back home.... I pushed moving into the dark recesses of the back of my mind... way down on my "to do" list. Then, the day came.

On the day that my Grandson tuned 18 months old, I met the movers and TVA Rep at "my" home. Just getting there was an ordeal in itself. I was frustrated, upset, sad and tears began to form as I turned onto Swan Pond Circle.

I could not believe what was going to happen. I was going to leave.... had to leave "my" home no, "our" home.

I watched while the movers packed.

I had to "regroup" many times. Just the question "how are you today" would cause me to lose my composure.

It was all over in three pick-up trucks full. Packed and moved... what we could safely move.

The boxes were deposited at the "other" residence. Unopened until today.... Maybe if I didn't open them, then it really wasn't happening...

I walked through my "new" residence. The move will be complete by Sunday.

I'll miss my morning coffee on the porch looking out into my little cove....

I'll miss the wildlife.... the Mallards, the Blue Heron, the birds, the squirrels and the occasional deer that I see on the ridge....

Gone are my mornings watching the sunrise that dances off the waters...

Gone are watching the sunsets that can take your breath away...

Gone are the times that I can sit on the porch with my grandson and push him in his swing as we enjoy the peace...

Gone are the times that we stroll down to the dock, and I watch as he gazes at the water...

The trade off.... he can breathe...

My transition & relocation make me feel disjointed... and disconnected from my home, my community...

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That's Penny's story, but she is not alone.

So, what does TVA say about this?

Repeat after me:

It's not toxic; it's safe...

It's not toxic; it's safe...

It's not toxic; it's safe.

There, feel better now?

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