Buying the dream.
Withen a few years, my father bought the house from his neighbor, Mrs. Pruden. It was  around 1950 then and she carried the loan. He paid a total of three thousand  four hundred dollars, when all was said and done.  He was an older man then and the depression was fresh in his mind. He was determined  to own it. At the time it was just a long building, made of metal. He added two bedrooms and extended the livng room. He had my half sister, about ten, and my middle sister about two. And me, I was still in the planing stages then.