Saturday, October 25, 2008
this old house [part three]
Mansel Avenue, Torrance
I lived here from when Don and I were married, in 1981, until we moved to Colorado, in 1990.
We lived by ourselves here until Danielle was born, in 1988.
It was (and still is) owned by Don's parents (now just his mom) and rented to us. They lived about 9 blocks away.
The house was only 800 square feet, 3 bedrooms, and one bathroom - but we loved it and felt blessed to be given the opportunity to live there.
The previous renter's daughter and her friends came in after they moved out and destroyed the inside of the house. We spent weeks cleaning it up and making it liveable.
We never parked a car in the garage. Instead, Don did wood working in this area, and a ping pong table was always set up for a casual or competitive game.
We did not own a washer or dryer so each week we did our laundry down the street at a laundramat. We didn't mind doing it this way until Danielle was born. Before she was born, we made it enjoyable by eating dinner across the street at the hamburger joint while clothes were washing. But after she was born, one of us stayed home with her while the other went and did the laundry, which obviously wasn't as fun.
For most of the years we lived here we had a dog named Kirby. He was our first golden retriever (our dog now is our third).
Whenever we went on vacation, we would return to a flea infested house. We would come home and have to set off flea bombs for a few hours before we could go back in. [Have I ever said how happy I am that there are no fleas in Colorado? I am!]
We hosted many parties for our friends. The biggest one was our annual New Year's Eve party.
I had a beautiful old (nearly antique) piano which I used to love to play when no one was around. I'd come home on my lunch hours and play. It was a great stress reliever.
After Danielle was born, I worked from home doing desktop publishing contract work.
When we moved out of the house and away from family and friends, I was seven months pregnant with Jake. We set off to our new life in a place we knew nothing about (except it snowed). For the record, it was the best decision we ever made.