To begin with: I grew up in this house

My mom in front of the carport (c. 1970)

Here’s my mom in front of her dream house.   It was built in 1961 for my parents and it was considered “modern” at the time.  Most people had never seen anything like it before.  My friends loved this house and many of them said things like, “When I grow up, I’m going to buy this house.”

I liked the house, too, but I really didn’t see what all the fuss was about.

Now, I do.

The same carport c. 2013

The house we live in now, which is about 1/2 hour drive from this house has become too large for us and too far away from civilization.  Our children are grown, now, and only one lives at home.  Both of my parents have passed away and my husband and I have decided to remodel the home and move in.

Easier said than done.

The project as it looked in April, 2013

We’ve been in the process of getting bids, demo and making some minor rot and roof repairs.  We also have the plans drawn up, approved by the city and the necessary permits in hand.

Hopefully, I can chronicle the repair and restoration of my beloved childhood home.

The front entrance: not very inviting

The family room

The kitchen

The Living Room