By Lisa Connell
PLAINFIELD– Most of us get pretty frustrated with the bureaucratic hoops we have to jump through these days– whether it’s getting a permit to dig a hole in your own back yard or applying for help from a government agency– it’s aggravating to no end. It’s hard enough to navigate the mine fields of paperwork if you are middle aged, but it’s even harder if you’re a 90 year old WW II veteran who has a number of health problems, lives alone, and who could end up losing the home that he built and raised a family in.
Most people in town (particularly town officials) probably are well acquainted with Steve Ridel of 28 Grant St.
He is a first generation immigrant– his mother was from Russia and his father from Austria. He served his country in the Philippines during WW II serving on the USS LSM-205 (Landing Ship Medium) which served in the Luzon operation (Lingayen Gulf landings), Borneo operation (Balikpapan) and the consolidation and capture of the Southern Philippines (Mindanao Island landings) in 1945. His ship was awarded three battle stars. Somehow Ridel survived despite kamikaze attacks and shelling. “I did what I could for Roosevelt,” he says.
Ridel lost part of his hearing serving on the ship (and still experiences night terrors), but came home where he worked as a quarry master and raised a family with his wife Doris. They purchased land in Plainfield in 1973 and built a very nice country home with a cool fish pond in back.
His wife has since died, he’s housebound and he’s feeling alone. He’s hard of hearing, is blind in one eye and has double vision in the other, has a bad back and has had a heart operation. He can still climb the steps to his bedroom on the second floor and can still climb the steps to his basement (but it is hard for him to do so carrying a load of laundry.)
He’s also having a hard time getting people to listen to him and get him the help he needs. He said people dismiss him as a senile old man.
What kind of help does he need? He said he would like help from a guy (some women tend to be politically correct and easily offended by a truth talking old veteran), someone who would listen to him and occasionally help him with things like getting his laundry up and down the stairs. He doesn’t have any money but he would work out a barter system (he has lumber).
He’s trying to get some help from the government, particularly with the VA but every time he calls they say they can’t help him. It’s hard for him to hear them, and it’s hard for them to understand what he’s saying.
He did call his doctor and the doctor sent nurses up– but they told him to clean up his house so he can move his walker around better (and he did offend one nurse who left in a huff). “I can’t get no help at all,” he said.
He has also been told that he should move out of his house into senior housing where he can get better services– but he doesn’t want to leave the house that he built and has lived in with his wife and family. It’s his home and he doesn’t want to leave it. He wants to have his ashes buried in the backyard with his wife’s.
He’s also having troubles dealing with the town particularly with the assessors and conservation commission. For instance, his house is built on 12 acres which he bought in 1973. Then in 1978 he bought six adjacent acres from a neighbor for $500. Everything was fine when the old town tax collector was around because she listened to him and knew how to talk to him.
However, times have change and so have way assessments are calculated. In a 2012 letter from the assessors it says, “A secondary prime site value has been added to properties that have a minimum of six acres and 600 ft. of road frontage.”
This is confusing language for a regular person to figure out. But to Ridel’s way of thinking, the town has combined his six acres with the 12 acres he lives on which has raised the original value of $500 significantly higher. And while he has the money to pay the assessment, he is refusing to do so– because he says it’s not right. He also said that he has been told that if he doesn’t pay on the six acres he could lose his house even though both have separate deeds.
He said the town has lowered the assessment a little to help him out, but to him it’s the principal of the thing.
He has another problem concerning the pond that he created years ago that used to have fish and ducks in it. The salt from the road has destroyed it to the point that not even mosquitoes can live in it. So he wants to build a dam with piping on his six acres to move the water run off away from his pond so it can flourish again. But now he has come up against the conservation commission which told him that basically he can’t do that.
Another bureaucratic headache is that even though he has had a gun permit for 40 years– the last time he got it renewed they asked to see his passport– which really annoyed him but thankfully he had one from trips to Canada.
About all these things he says, “Nobody believes me. I can’t get no help.”
If there are any guys out there who would like to help out a veteran and hear some interesting war stories, stop on by. He’d be very happy to see you.