to get some windows from somewhere.
The way all of this ended up working
out, I know without a doubt that God’s
hand was in all that happened to help
me get the trailer of my dreams. When I
was on a Sisters on the Fly campout I met
a new “sister” that had been so excited
about joining the group that she had
mistakenly bought the very first vintage
trailer she found. It was a fifty-something
Fireball that needed a lot of work done
to it. When she took it to have it restored
she was told it would cost thousands of
dollars to get it road worthy,so she ended
up signing the title over to this guy who
only wanted the trailer’s base so he
could make a flatbed. My sister friend
let me know about the fate of her fifties
Fireball, so we went and got the trailer,
took it home and my husband totally tore
it down to the frame. We then kept all the
parts and returned the trailer base and
frame back to the repair guy.
The most wonderful part of this was that
it had all the windows we needed for
the Oasis! I’m so thankful my husband
is handy as some of the windows were
a bit smaller and some were larger, but
he made them all work. There was quite a
bit of rot in the Oasis that needed fixing
and we had to replace a lot of the ceiling
that had rotted too. Dennis fixed it all and
built a new nightstand and put in new
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