The battle lines have apparently been drawn.
I live in a “restricted community.” I know this because it says so on the sign leading into our subdivision. Classy, no?
My parents bought the very first lot when the area started to be developed. Our was the first house to begin construction. Because dad likes to build as much of his houses as possible to save money, it wasn’t the first house completed. Three other families had moved in before we did, but they have long since moved away. Meaning our family has lived there the longest.
Our house isn’t fancy, and it kind of stands out now that the neighborhood has gone all posh (or at least it does to me). Somehow, the houses being built around us started getting bigger and bigger and we had doctors, lawyers and rich (mostly Yankee) retirees move in. And that’s when it all went to hell.
A group of homeowners got together a few years ago and decided to form a property owners association (POA). Which basically boiled down to a bunch of people driving around, looking for anything they felt was against the neighborhood covenants to cause trouble.
Recently, it’s all come to a head. Earlier in the year, the busybodies decided our nice sign needed replacing. I will agree that there was a little crumblage on on corner, but nothing that couldn’t be easily and cheaply fixed. But no, they wanted a brand spankin’ new sign. And everyone who lived in the neighborhood had to pay for it.
We (and some other households) refused.
Since then we’ve gotten several threatening letters regarding legal action if we do not cough up the money. Whatever. There is nothing in the covenants about a POA, and we are not members, so we don’t have to pay.
A couple of weeks ago, someone sent in an announcement to run in the paper that said something along the lines of “Due to the disbandment of the [neighborhood] POA, please send your yearly dues and any money owed for the new sign to [local charitable organization].”
I thought it was weird, but I’m not a member, so I don’t know anything that goes on in those meetings.
Cue angry phone call this week from the president of the POA demanding to know who put it in the paper that it was disbanded when it HAS NOT.
They called four times and then showed up in person this morning demanding a retraction, demanding to know why we don’t fact check everything that comes in (if we had to do that, we’d never get a paper out), blah, blah, etc.
My parents think the whole thing is hilarious. It is, in a way, but it’s also giving me a headache because I’m kind of caught in the middle now.
I’ve never wanted to be one of those “Yankee, go home” people, but in this case, I think I might have to make an exception.