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<blockquote data-quote="susiestar" data-source="post: 169473" data-attributes="member: 1233"><p>I know how neat it is to learn history of your home. We learned a LOT about the first home we bought, down the street from my parents. Some of it was funny, but mostly not. </p><p> </p><p>husband and I moved to OH when difficult child was 3. I was born there, and lived in the same house until my parents moved us to OK. When we moved back I used to drive the kids past my old house. On Halloween one year we went to that neighborhood to trick or treat. I caught up with some old neighbors, and then introduced myself to the people who live in our old house.</p><p> </p><p>The mom took me inside and showed me around. she didn't know that the walls in the upstairs could be removed by takingout 4 bolts (daddy was a shop teacher and designed them that way when bro and I needed our own rooms. she was excited by that.</p><p> </p><p>I was amazed at the basement, they had finished it. It was never finished into rooms when I was little. The kitchen had been repainted in the SAME colors my mom painted it when we got the house ready to sell. Still had the same wallpaper there. They asked about why they had a bigger kitchen than any of the other houses like theirs in the neighborhood. I explained that my dad knoecked the wall between tiny kitchen and tiny dining room out. he also hand made a cherry mug rack into one wall. They had wondered for years what the rack was built for. I had her give me a coffee much and showed her how perfectly it fit. my mom collected coffee mugs, and so did she!</p><p> </p><p>The front bedroom on the first floor even still had the wooly mammoth my mom painted on it. She used an overhead projector my dad borrowed from school to put the design on. It apparently had been covered with wall paper and they found it and re-did it when they pulled the paper off. I was tickled to find that.</p><p> </p><p>Then we went outside and she asked if I knew the contractor who built the garage because they wanted to do some renovations, could I give her their name/phone number. I said I could, but I guaranteed they wouldn't be interested. My mom and dad built it, with some help from some buddies. I mean every nail, every board was put there by them. My dad was in the hospital with kidney stones when the concrete was supposed to come, so my 5'2" mom used the sledge hammer to get the footers in place!! No way would my college prof mom and science teacher dad come back from OK to do that stuff!! LOL!!</p><p> </p><p>The lady and I had a good laugh, and i told her the people across the street could give history on the people who bought it from us. They didn't live there long (the people who bought it from us) because the neighborhood HATED them. Called them Aggie and hte Unspeakables - they played music LOUD all night and cursed at everyone, even the little kids! They also called the cops on everyone in the neighborhood, had big drunken brawls, etc.....</p><p> </p><p>It is really neat to learn the history of your house. We are making hte history for our home, it was new when we bought it. But if/when it is sold i have a journal to leave for the buyers.</p><p> </p><p>Glad you ahd an old home week, they are neat.</p><p> </p><p>Hugs!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="susiestar, post: 169473, member: 1233"] I know how neat it is to learn history of your home. We learned a LOT about the first home we bought, down the street from my parents. Some of it was funny, but mostly not. husband and I moved to OH when difficult child was 3. I was born there, and lived in the same house until my parents moved us to OK. When we moved back I used to drive the kids past my old house. On Halloween one year we went to that neighborhood to trick or treat. I caught up with some old neighbors, and then introduced myself to the people who live in our old house. The mom took me inside and showed me around. she didn't know that the walls in the upstairs could be removed by takingout 4 bolts (daddy was a shop teacher and designed them that way when bro and I needed our own rooms. she was excited by that. I was amazed at the basement, they had finished it. It was never finished into rooms when I was little. The kitchen had been repainted in the SAME colors my mom painted it when we got the house ready to sell. Still had the same wallpaper there. They asked about why they had a bigger kitchen than any of the other houses like theirs in the neighborhood. I explained that my dad knoecked the wall between tiny kitchen and tiny dining room out. he also hand made a cherry mug rack into one wall. They had wondered for years what the rack was built for. I had her give me a coffee much and showed her how perfectly it fit. my mom collected coffee mugs, and so did she! The front bedroom on the first floor even still had the wooly mammoth my mom painted on it. She used an overhead projector my dad borrowed from school to put the design on. It apparently had been covered with wall paper and they found it and re-did it when they pulled the paper off. I was tickled to find that. Then we went outside and she asked if I knew the contractor who built the garage because they wanted to do some renovations, could I give her their name/phone number. I said I could, but I guaranteed they wouldn't be interested. My mom and dad built it, with some help from some buddies. I mean every nail, every board was put there by them. My dad was in the hospital with kidney stones when the concrete was supposed to come, so my 5'2" mom used the sledge hammer to get the footers in place!! No way would my college prof mom and science teacher dad come back from OK to do that stuff!! LOL!! The lady and I had a good laugh, and i told her the people across the street could give history on the people who bought it from us. They didn't live there long (the people who bought it from us) because the neighborhood HATED them. Called them Aggie and hte Unspeakables - they played music LOUD all night and cursed at everyone, even the little kids! They also called the cops on everyone in the neighborhood, had big drunken brawls, etc..... It is really neat to learn the history of your house. We are making hte history for our home, it was new when we bought it. But if/when it is sold i have a journal to leave for the buyers. Glad you ahd an old home week, they are neat. Hugs! [/QUOTE]
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