The beautiful Red Hill. I spent hours and hours wandering among the rocks on that hill as a child searching for horny toads and lizards, trying to catch dragonflys and just exploring. Back then the condos weren't blocking the access, just an open field to wander through.
My great grandparents built the home in about 1945. My grandparents purchased it in 1955 for $10,000. That is far, far less than my down payment! This is what the house looked like originally: Notice the garage? That is now a very large, dark windowless bedroom with a half a bath filled to the ceiling with shelves of my grandmother's fabric. Eventually I am hoping to make the first photo a before picture and do some renovating of my own. My great aunt sent me the below photo from some undisclosed time before the condos across the street were built, confirming that my childhood memory of open space was accurate.
This has been an exciting and sometimes scary venture. Of course the closing was a bit anti-climactic given the facts that I am not moving in, didn't receive a set of keys (until about 10 or 15 years ago no one knew whether keys to the house actually existed!) and won't even visit until after Christmas this year.
So, if you want to see me, you can probably find me in St. George, Utah at least once every six months. Most of my friends through the years have stopped off to see my grandparents at one point or the other because I have fully taken advantage of their open door policy, I plan to continue that tradition.