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The prompt for this week is your first house. I don't mean the first house you remember as a child. I'm talking about the first house you bought as an adult. Do you remember it? Describe it. Tell your descendants what it was like. I find myself fascinated by the 1911 census for the UK (England) which provides number of rooms in the house and specifies what to include or exclude. The houses in general were so small compared to ours, and of course we don't generally have a summer kitchen and other rooms that were commonplace in 1911.
If you remember what your first house cost and the year you bought it, talk about that too. Maybe your moving experience is something you can share on paper.
My very first house was purchased circa 1970 when my ex-husband and I left the city (Toronto) to move north. There were two houses for sale in the entire town! So it wasn't like we were buying our dream home. We simply chose the only one that was a detached home. The other one for sale was a semi-detached on a main street.
I moved in ahead of my husband who had not finished Dental College in the city. We did not know anyone in the town, so there I was, a young woman alone for 3 months in a town where I had no family, no friends and had to fight off the feelings of isolation until he-who-shall-not-be-named could join me.
The way I first met my neighbours was in April when I was still alone and a fierce thunderstorm came rolling in. I was terrified and eventually ran to a neighbour's house to
Unfortunately I don't recall how much we paid for that house but within two years we'd moved to a much nicer home on a more "professional" street in the same town. Now we were surrounded by lawyers, doctors and pharmacists - much more to my husband's liking! And that set up a series of moves approximately every year or two over the next seven years as my spouse grew bored with each home in turn.
|Sharing Memories - Haunted historic Home|
It was my favourite house and I was sad to have to leave but after he-who-shall-not-be-named declared bankruptcy and skipped town leaving me with a four-year old son and no job (I worked for his dental practice) and a huge loan he'd taken out to start his practice, the bank repossessed it and I was homeless.
|Sharing Memories - 16 year home|
We also lived on our 1950s wooden boat for almost 3 months of every year and that was an amazing experience! His death in 1993 forced yet another life change on me but I was very lucky to meet yet another good and decent man who I am now married to.
|Sharing Memories - Country house|