My husband and I bought our first house in the mid-1950s. Actually, we bought our first AND second house during the same year. It was 1956 and we had just moved to Michigan from Missouri with our three children. The automobile industry was taking off (no pun intended) during that decade and there were a lot of southerners moving up into Michigan to get an envied job with General Motors. Back then, a job at General Motors meant that you were set for life. They offered great wages, benefits, and everything that a person needs to run a family. Those were the days.<
But our first home was on the east side of Flint, which is about one hour north of Detroit. It was a new neighborhood that was sprouting up and new homes were going up all over the place around us. The house we bought was more of a temporary home. We actually had our eyes set on the one being built across the street. It was larger and it had a basement.
We moved into the first home in 1955. It was there before the neighborhood really sprouted, so it was more rundown and it was older than rest of the homes. As soon as the one across the street was built, though, we sold that one and moved into the new one. We had a family to think about and the new home had several bedrooms that we would be able to utilize. A year after we moved to Flint, the new home was completed and we moved in. Unfortunately, my brother-in-law lost his job and we offered to let him and his family stay with us until he got on his feet. He had seven kids. Even though our home was spacious, most of that family ended up sleeping on the floor and stepping over each other in the middle of the night. That lasted for a few months, but it was a great way to break in our new place. Now, 50 years later, I am still in this home that has come to be an important part of our family.
Memory Posted By: anon
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