For most of us the first apartment or house after leaving home is a difficult transition. I’m having a little trouble getting my head around this story. Lucy talks about a terrible apartment, then goes on to describe a situation that none of us would accept as a place to live, even if we did own it.
When Judy and I moved into our first apartment we thought it was perfect for us. We rented the upstairs in a house built in the 1920’s. The rooms were large, with plenty of nice windows, and a full kitchen and bathroom.
Looking at the picture of the old house now, one thing strikes me right away. It’s a four-square, bearing an uncanny resemblance to our house in Rochester where we’ve lived for the last thirty-something years. There’s a lot of similarity to the house I lived in in Jamestown, too.
Enough about me. Let’s get back to Lucy and her home.
After living in Terrible apartments we decided it was a necessity to have a home.
Dad told us about a grainery out in the country that was for sale so of course we bought it. We bought a lot out in what was called “Hungry Point” because every one out there was poor! Ken made a foundation out of bricks and mortar and my first house was ready. We were connected up with lights (no plumbing out there) bought a new bedroom set and the bedroom was so small I could just barely make the bed. I decided on a two burner kerosene stove that smelled. The first few days I had to go downtown because we didn’t have a toilet. Next step we bought a table – chairs and a buffet to keep dishes in. We entertained almost daily. I could make a dinner out of 1 lb hamburger, 1 can mixed vegetable and a biscuit as I had an oven that fit over the burners. I can remember why, but we were happy. Ken worked on cars on the weekend to pay off the $600 loan needed to buy our house. After the war we sold that house for $2000.00 Thought we were so smart.