This story breaks my heart. I cannot believe that this is happening in the United States in the 21st century. Since my husband and I are unemployed, I know we are just one disaster away from being transient, too. I cannot call myself homeless, ever.
By Jennifer Brooks • and Shelley Mays • July 12, 2009
It’s a sweltering summer afternoon, and the children are hot and miserable in the tent that’s been their home since they lost their house last month.
“You feel about as small as you can as a man, trying to take care of your family and watching your children have to go through something like this,” said Troy Renault, 39, a homebuilder and father of five boys who lost his job, then his home, when the recession hit the construction industry.
Home these days is a cluster of tents covered by a blue tarp in a back corner of the Timberline Campground in Lebanon. Surrounding them are the tents, campers and recreational vehicles of other families in similar straits, living full time in campgrounds because they can no longer afford to live anywhere else.
No one knows how many people are living in campgrounds in Middle Tennessee. But visit any area campground and it’s easy to pick out the permanent residents among the vacationers.
Look for the decks built on to campers with scrap lumber, and gardens planted next to campfire pits. Look for the air-conditioning units hooked up to tents. Look for the children boarding school buses at the front gates, and parents closing up the camper before they head off to work.
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