When we bought twenty acres with a house on it in 1967, our son was five months old. Of course you know the sort of memories you have about the first place you owned (with the bank) where your babies were small and you and your spouse were still getting used to one another.
The old house had two bedrooms and a small basement. It was heated by a propane heating stove in the living room, so the rest of the house was really cold in winter. The stove that was in the house didn't even have a blower that worked, so once the weather got chilly, we moved our son's crib into the living room.
Although the house was sturdy and straight except for the kids' room, which left a lot to be desired, it was pretty primitive. The first night we slept there, rats scurrying in the attic kept me awake. No one had lived there for awhile. Friends came to visit and asked, "Was this place abandoned when you bought it?"
My cousin mentioned that the place is for sale, so of course I had to go snooping and see what the asking price was: We paid $13,500 and sold it for double that and thought we were getting a lot of money. Yes, we were young and stupid.
Here is the link to the listing: Read it and be amazed, especially if you are a friend or relative who once visited us at that poor little house. Click HERE.