Here is my statement of what happened on July 14, 2012.
In 2010 my brother Tom Hazelwood moved to 8220 Wenthsprings Rd. in Georgetown, Calif. That is when I met Jack Podsedly.
Tom was to pay Jack $300 a month and eight hours a week along with care taking 40 acres and two horses when Jack and Helen were away. After they had been there for a few months, Jack started calling me on regular bases, wanting
me to talk to Tom to have Tom do as Jack said. My response was I cannot tell or make Tom do anything.
It was shortly after that Tom came to me with a statement that Jack had written with hours worked and the rent that Tom had paid and what he owed — Jack had Tom owing $1,100. Looking it over I could tell the math did not
add up. I called Jack for him stop by to go over this bill. Helen and Jack stopped by on a Saturday morning. I pointed out that it didn’t add up; Helen agreed and said she would go over and correct it. Jack kept saying that Denise Toms other
half should work too. Tom didn’t feel that was right, that wasn’t what they had agreed on. I told them that my propose in this was to make sure that Tom was not being taken advantage of. They told me that Tom would have a place
to live as long as they owed the property. After that Jack never asked me to look at the statement again.
About six months ago Jack called because Tom wasn’t doing what he wanted him to do. Again I told him I could not make Tom do anything. It was then that Jack told me that if he had to evict them and that they didn’t leave quietly he would take his bulldozer push the trailer over with them in it.
I have the times and dates that Jack had called me on my cell phone. This brings us to June 18. I had made plans to go to my mom’s, Marjorie Hazelwood, in Dorris, Calif. at that time. I call my brother to have him go with me to help. He told me that when he talked to Jack Podsedly, his landlord, he had told Tom that if he left he (being Jack) said if he went that he would evict Tom. My response was no he wouldn’t do that, we’re going to help our mom. A couple of days later Tom stopped by and said he was going to go with me.
Once we got to our moms, Richard, a friend that also went with us, told me the morning we left (Thursday the 5th) Tom had received a 30-day notice to move. I told our mom we discussed bringing the trailer up there to Dorris. Jack called me at on July 6 at 6:51 a.m.; he said it was to ask me about hay. Why would anyone call someone that early in the morning to ask about hay? I told him that I was at my mom’s and Jack said, “Oh ya, Tom said that’s where he was going.”
Then the real reason for the call: Jack told me he had given Tom 30 days to move out and if I would talk to Tom to have him move out quietly — that if Tom did that he might get some money. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. I told Jack that I would let Tom know he called.
On July 14 I received a call from Pat Lea in the afternoon. Pat was every upset, asking me to go talk to my brother. It was shortly after that our mom called asking me to go over there. When I got there Tom was angry. He had broken the window in the trailer. I got Tom to sit down and talk to me. He said he had spoken to Helen in the morning but all she would say is, “I don’t know.” Tom told me he was unable to get his friend to haul the trailer to a new place ’till we could get it moved to Dorris. Tom looked at me and said, “If I can’t have my trailer, Jack was not going to get it.” I was able to get him to put some of their things in the back of my 4-Runner we filled and I took to Denise’s parents. When I got there, Denise’s mom Pat wanted me to take her back over there. I wasn’t sure if that was a good I idea. I called my mom Pat, talked for a little while and had decided I should take her over.
When we got there the VW Bug was off an embankment. Tom was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands crying. Denise was in the trailer; Pat went to Tom, I went to get Denise. Denise was sitting in a chair crying, saying she had nothing to live for. I saw she had no shoes on. I found a pair of shoes, got them on her feet, grabbing her and pushing her out the door. As I got her to the top I heard the tree fall. I looked back and Pat and Tom were coming up behind us. Tom had me back the 4-runner to the Bug. He hooked the toe strap up and I pulled the Bug back up on the road. I got out, helped Tom get the strap back in the 4-runner, and I got back in and drove to the top of the driveway. Pat was standing at the passenger door; I heard Jack coming up on an ATV saying “what’s all the noise?” I looked through the back window to see Jack coming off the ATV. Denise was yelling, “Get off Tom,” when Jack started running down the hill towards his house with Denise after him. Tom came up from the ground and jumped on the ATV going after Denise. Pat yelled Denise’s name. That’s when she came back up the hill. I told them we need to leave.
We went to Pat’s house and dropped off Pat. I was going back to get Tom. Denise talked me in to letting her go with me. I drove back to the trailer but Tom wasn’t there. I saw I had two missed calls. It was Jack’s number. I called Helen, I said, “Is Jack there?” Jack got on the phone and said, “I don’t want to get Tom into trouble but there’s a lot of noise up there.” This is right after all the insanity. That’s when I yelled at him saying, “What did you think was going to happen? You had pushed every button that man had and the finial one was giving him a three-day notice.” Jack said, “Listen to me,” and I said, “No, you listen to me.”
After that it gets blurry. I was so bad I couldn’t believe he was acting like he hadn’t just been up there yelling and chasing Tom and Denise. I hung up on him. Denise was still in the 4-Runner. I got in and we went to her parents’ where we waited for Tom. Again I have the times on my cell phone.