JTTapiaFarms(home)EVICTION NOTICE!!

OUR LANDLORD IS SELLING OUR HOUSE WANTS US OUT BY THE FIRST OF THE YEAR!! (18DAYS!!)

Employed, MARRIED FATHER OF THREE CHILDREN. Barely scraping by from paycheck to paycheck as it is,Lord knows We don't know what to do...

Not only does my family need a roof over our heads.
But my dreams of A WORLD-CHANGING HEIRLOOM NON-GMO FARM is also in danger of EXTINCTION.
If we cannot raise the funds for this move. There is no way I can continue to preserve and grow our over 150 rare varieties of medicinal herbs and vegetables. And provide for the family as well.
I wouldn't even consider asking for help but 4 hours before I was given my eviction notice at work. I was injured; while cutting a quarter off of a 1100 lb Cow.
While deep into the motion of removing the arm off of the animal to make it lighter for transportation.I with my sharpest of my 12-inch knives at chest level the side snapped off crushing me against the hand washing sink.
Hand washing sink pushing firmly into my back shoulder blade and muscles. Exactly in the same spot where I was already having serious issues I came into work only firing at 50% today physically and then this happened. I cannot afford not to work I have to provide and get my family out of here by the end of the month. Currently I can barely breathe and it hurts to talk my right arm is shot. But I can't help but thank the Lord that I did not impale myself with that 12 inch breaking knife. Thankful to make it home in one busted piece the kids and Wife.

To those who don't know me here's a little about me and the Farm/Passion

(Journeyman meat cutter by trade, Butcher by profession, and Dynamic Gardener by Passion)

To tell you about the farm I can't help but go back to one of my earliest memories. I was in the second grade and I remember this as the first time I saw my father cry. It was a school day like any other I rode the bus home, but my dad did not hear me come inside the house. I hear my father on the phone in his room and I hear this awkward noise? Before this I didn't know it was possible for my dad to cry. So curiosity got the best of me I snuck halfway up the stairs to his bedroom and sat there to listen to his phone call.
I remember my dad sobbing, and a man on the other end of the phone just whaling his heart out. The man would whale louder and louder and my dad would cry more and more. And this went on over and over again for what must have been 15 minutes.
Then they both calm down and what happened next changed my life forever.. I hear my dad giving the man on the phone our address. My dad tells the man on the phone good luck and I will be praying for your families safety and in the phone call.. As I start to sneak back down the stairwell I hear my dad starting to cry again.
So I investigate I go and sit on my dad's bed with him and rub his back and ask him if everything's okay. I told him I heard everything Daddy what's wrong why did you give him our address.He proceeds to tell me my first real life Horror Story, the man on the other end of the phones story.
I don't know his name I only know him as the man from Two Towns. I don't know how my dad new him or how they exchanged phone numbers questions I will always have.. but I do know how the story goes because as this story ends My Story begins.

As The Story Goes; the man from Two Towns lived in the Middle East he had family in two different towns.
That being The Horror Story itself. He lived in one town with his siblings and their children. Some of his siblings and his parents lived in the neighboring town. One night the unimaginable happened Renegades came through and slaughtered everyone in the town while they slept. The man from Two Towns investigates smoke and Fire from his parents town to find the grizzly aftermath. Everyone dead with that everything was burnt to the ground and the Renegades we're nowhere to be seen.The man from Two Towns rushed home to tell everyone.

The phone call I witnessed between him and my father followed sometime shortly after. The man from Two Towns scared for his life and the future of everything he knew proceeded to call my dad. The reason behind the phone call was that the man from Two Towns parents were the local seed savers. All of their ancient crops that had been saved for hundreds of years we're lost in the attack and Fire. Except for the crops that the man from Two Towns took home with him and continued to cultivate for many years. So the man from Two Towns not knowing if he would see the next day mailed every viable seed he could muster to my father in Ohio USA. Told my father he would send one package today and another package tomorrow when he went to the other side of town and harvested some seeds.

Quite a while later package number one showed up. We waited forever for the second package but it never came. And as for the man from Two Towns my father never heard from him again. But as I said before the end of that story was the beginning of mine.
For in that little package no bigger than my wallet where the seeds that changed my life. Mostly a wide variety of ornamental and beautiful showy wildflowers. And one extremely uniform heirloom round red tomato. My first experience with heirloom and I was hooked!!
That year me and my dad planted a beautiful flower garden for my grandmother. And dispersed the rest of the seeds among as many Avid Gardener as we could possibly find.

While planting that garden and watching these beautiful flowers grow that no one around us had ever seen. While Eating perfect heirloom tomatoes one after another and Sharing the seeds with everyone . MY passion for gardening and preserving endangered seed was born.

4 years ago now my father passed away 49yrs old at the time I hadn't Gardened in 10 years.
At the time of his funeral I visited where my grandmother's house used to stand. My grandmother has a long past and Mother Earth has reclaimed the piece of land where her house used to stand but 25 years later flowers from that summer with my dad we're still growing on their own from the Middle East. Restarting that fire in my heart for growing and preserving for future Generations.


Now gardening is the only way I feel close to him and the only way my kids will ever know him.

My dad planted some seeds with me 25 years ago. Now I grow nearly 150 rare variety non GMO medicinal herbs and vegetables from all around the globe on a annually alternating schedule. Seeing that I only grow on 200 square foot rental property.
I offer a wide variety of rare herbs and vegetable starts and the knowledge on how to use them medicinally to alleviate/eliminate diseases cancers illness and prescription drugs from their life. Offering my product to the public at three different farmers markets. Our farm is in danger of failing if we can't afford a place to live and move ! OUR seeds need to be shared and preserved for future Generations.

I need to keep growing.
The dream is bigger than me.
To Grow is what we need.
To Grow is all I know!
If you can help please,don't let the dream Die JTTapiaFarms EVICTION NOTICE !!! Please help and share if you can!!
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JT Tapia 
Organizer
Bremerton, WA
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