The un-neighborly neighbors of Fernbrook Resort Freelton, Ontario

I want to start off by confirming that, truly, there are some really nice neighbors at Fernbrook Resort of Freelton. Salt of the earth types. Ones who would give you the shirt off their back. If an employee of the resort didn’t steal it first of course. (Now that clothing is mandatory at Fernbrook of Freelton we all wear shirts. And pants too!) Employee pilferage at Fernbrook Resort is a topic for discussion at a later date. But suffice to say that really there are a very few genuinely nice people at Fernbrook. A very few who are pleasant not just to your face… but to your back as well. May God Bless Them!

Now at Fernbrook Resort all 150 of us families are neighbors. Not literally but figuratively. But because our trailers are situated so closely to one another it makes us feel like we’re next door to the other 149 families even though we’re not. Which means that each neighbor knows the business of every other neighbor.

Or at least they presume to.

And when they don’t know thy neighbor’s business?

They feel free to make something up.

That’s right, the majority of the residents of Fernbrook Resort in Freelton are gossips. But not ordinary run of the mill over the back fence gossips. No. these are low-life vicious gossips. Ones, who, instead of asking, assume without knowing the facts or just outright make things up. Horrible things. Just to make themselves feel superior to those who make them feel inferior one would suppose.

Gossips are liars and cowards and bullies. People who lack the courage to face down those they are attacking. So they attack the undefended back instead. It’s like being back in High School again. Except it’s a High School populated by kids aged over fifty years who live in run down trailers. HELLO! You’re living in a rusted trailer with a weed filled yard using a 1952 Ford pick up for a lawn ornament and somehow you think that you’re better then you’re neighbor? Why? Because their lawn ornament is a 1976 Pinto?

Don’t you know that trailer parks are where God situates societies dregs. And that He does this for conveniences sake. Then, when everyone is present and accounted for, God sends forth one of his tornadoes to delete these errors of humanity from the rolls of the living. Kind of like what He did with Sodom and Gomorrah. No doubt one big ‘to-do’ is much easier to arrange then countless numbers of accidents and time consuming illnesses and so forth. With one handy dandy tornado… one quick sweep and the dregs are scattered without trace to the four corners of the earth.    

Maybe that’s why tornadoes are so big these days.

Because trailer parks are always increasing in size.  

Of course I could be wrong. Maybe a trailer park like Fernbrook Resort is really Hell’s doorstep. Purgatory. And God’s giving its residents one last chance to prove that they have even the tiniest little shred of decency or humanity or integrity or kindness or...

And they’re failing the test.

If anyone wants to purchase a rusted trailer with a weed filled yard, a 1976 Pinto as a lawn ornament and a tornado scheduled on God’s calendar of special events then head down to the Fernbrook Resort.