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AMERICAN SCENE, Page 25Canton, MississippiA New Kind of Moving DayA determined nun helps the poor by relocating housesBy Daniel S. Levy
Last year, after fire destroyed their home outside Canton,
Miss., Willie Anderson and seven of her children moved into a
rented shack. The place was a horror, with no electricity or
running water, rotting walls papered with newsprint, and gaping
holes in the tin roof that allowed the rain to pour through. "Once
a snake came up under the stove, and we got big rats in there all
the time," recalled Anderson, 47, a big, strapping woman in a
flowered blouse. "I couldn't wait to get away."
The family's ordeal finally ended in August, when a trailer
truck carrying a hip-roofed house with yellow shingles pulled up
on the site of Anderson's burned-out home. "This house," she
boasts, "won't have no holes like the other one."
Anderson's new home was donated by a church in nearby Pearl to
a nonprofit organization called MadCAAP -- short for Madison
Countians Allied Against Poverty -- which helps poor people in one
of the poorest parts of the nation. Financed solely by donations
and grants, MadCAAP takes old wood-frame buildings that local
communities and private owners no longer need and hauls them to new
sites. There volunteers from local churches and schools join with
families that have been aided in the past to install wiring, put
up paneling and dig septic tanks. Over the past six years MadCAAP
has recycled old houses for 70 families in and around Canton (pop.
11,500), a courthouse-squared town 20 miles north of Jackson.
MadCAAP's aim, according to its unflappable founder and director,
Sister Grace Mary McGuire, 57, is to "try and break the cycle of
poverty by helping one family at a time."
Among its recipients is Johnnie Murry, who used to live with
her husband and 15 children in a two-room trailer. In 1984 MadCAAP
brought a four-bedroom house to Murry's farm. Now white curtains
hang from the windows and stuffed animals, high school banners and
framed graduation pictures decorate the wood-paneled walls. "We can
sleep better now," says Murry. "I am grateful that I have a place
to cook, a table to feed my family at and a place for me to rest
later."
For Sister Grace, a conservatively dressed woman with gentle
blue eyes and short brown hair, helping the poor has been a
lifelong ambition. As a child growing up in New York City, she
wanted to aid leprosy sufferers in India. She never made it to
Asia, but in 1973 her Philadelphia-based religious order,
Missionary Servants of the Most Blessed Trinity, sent her to the
Deep South. "I never dreamed that I'd be working with septic tanks,
wiring, let alone moving houses," she says, "but when people are
poor and depressed, you want to do anything you can to uplift
them."
Moving a house is a time-consuming affair. The morning that
Willie Anderson's home is delivered begins with workers hoisting
the house's concrete steps onto a pickup truck while Anderson and
her children pile broken bricks and stack cut wood. Clearance for
the move requires approval from a slew of bureaucrats, and Walter
Malone, 52, a professional house mover who has completed 30 jobs
for Sister Grace, still has a few final forms to sign and fees to
pay. "The biggest difficulty is the paperwork," he says, pointing
to a glove compartment crammed full of documents. "I got so much
paperwork on this thing that if anyone stops me, it will take me
15 minutes just to find it."
After a trip to Pearl city hall to write one last check, Malone
heads back to the site. The Mississippi Power & Light man is
already there, and a Pearl police officer stops by to inform Malone
that the move will be delayed until after a funeral passes through
town. Malone looks annoyed. He kicks some sod, readjusts his blue
Malone House Moving cap and struts over to the rig to recheck the
house's support system.
At 11 a.m. the police return, and Malone slowly trucks the
house from the site, pulling past the Pearl Grocery Mart and onto
Route 80. The police escort halts traffic as Malone's son Greg
leads the caravan in an attention-grabbing red-bannered pickup.
Next come the police, a Mississippi Power & Light crew and Sister
Grace, who occasionally slows down to take a picture. Bringing up
the rear is Otis Towner at the wheel of the pickup carrying the
steps. With hazard lights blinking, the procession crawls past the
local U-Haul dealership, gas stations and the post office.
Impatient drivers trail behind, and kids on bicycles stop to gaze
at the rolling house.
As the line snakes out of Pearl, the row of cars picks up
speed, and the cab's chimney spouts black smoke that swirls around
the head of Steve Harris, who is kneeling on the house's gray-green
roof and raising low-hanging telephone wires. The town is left
behind, and the landscape shifts to fields of cotton and soybean.
As he approaches the Ross R. Barnett Reservoir, Malone pulls a
lever on the floor, cranking a cable that raises the house an extra
foot so it just barely clears the side railings. "I've been doing
this for 20 years, so I know what will go and where it will go,"
he boasts. The house fills both lanes and knocks into a speed-limit
sign, shattering two back windowpanes. Shelton Kelly walks ahead,
bending back or briefly yanking out a few signs in order to make
room for the wide load. Oncoming traffic generally gives way, yet
one van driver insists on trying to squeeze by.
"Move out of the way. Damn fool!" Malone hollers out the
window. "Don't you see I'm moving a house?"
The other driver yells back over the incessant barking of his
bird dog, "I can't get over any more."
"Well, we're in a hell of a shape if you can't get over any
more," Malone replies, " 'cause I surely can't."
Eventually, the driver maneuvers past the house. "He saw me
coming," Malone snarls, as he hunches over the wheel. "These
two-lane highways are mighty aggravating when I got a wide load."
Fortunately, traffic around Canton is light, and the drive
through town and up to Anderson's land proceeds without delay.
Malone pulls the truck through an opening in the bushes and turns
the rig around in front of the burned remains of the old house. "I
think you should move it a little more away from the power line,"
the Mississippi Power & Light man warns Malone as he checks the
house's positioning. Towner calls Anderson over to the front. "Do
you like it here?" he asks. She looks up and down the building's
length and along its sides and then responds with a simple yes.
"This house is one of the best we've gotten," Sister Grace says
as she appraises the building. "It is everyone working together
that makes this happen. That is love of neighbor. Little by little
you take each family and do what you can."
Now happily settled, Anderson is burbling with joy. "This house
is simply wonderful." She beams. "This is the first time I ever had
a bathroom, and I am going to have a beautiful flower yard. The
children also stay at home now. I don't have to worry about them
being out all the time of night." Because of MadCAAP, the old
yellow house has become a home.