Romanticizing a Home of My Own
After being run out of my rent controlled apartment in West Hollywood and having a 15 month old baby, I romanticized about owning a house.
This flyer leaves off some interesting features. And, by the way, I never once saw this agent.
BEFORE
Amazing ClayCraft fireplace anyone??? Not a mention on the flyer.
a little backstory …
Sometime in the 1960s my family moved to the suburbs of New Orleans in an area called Metairie. They bought a modest house on a street made of shells from the Mississippi River.
Sometime in the 1960s my family moved to the suburbs of New Orleans in an area called Metairie. They bought a modest house on a street made of shells from the Mississippi River.
My parents turned this house around within a few years. (My dad and brother are no doubt sweating in the New Orleans heat)
I’m the baby
We were five kids. My parents were hard working. Dad worked at a steel company and my Mom was just amazing how she juggled all of us. We still can’t figure out how she did it all with five kids and scarcely a ‘modern’ appliance to be had...
…but she was a wiz in the garden.
This photo was taken in the 70s
She carried the curvy walkway over to our new house built in 1969.