Since 1971, my grandparents, my three uncles, my mother Susan Pratt, who is one of my blog’s followers, and myself have lived in a one-story white house on National Hill. For safety reasons, I will not reveal the house’s exact location. For the past 49 years now, all seven of us have lived in that house at one time or another. My uncles all lived in that house until around the mid 1980s … and, then, my mother would stay in the white house until around the year 2000 or so. For most of my 34-year life, I have called that white house my home. Of course, my grandparents have been in that house for 49 years. Most of the rooms in our houses are in the same locations to this day, but two of those rooms are somewhat different. My bedroom is my mother’s old bedroom from the time that she was a young girl … and my three uncles all slept in the room that is now my “computer room.” My mother called that room hers while she lived there as a young adult. You may say that my “computer room” is an “extension” of my bedroom.
Well, today, I’m going to tell you about our house’s earliest years, before we moved into it. Our house was completely built at some point in the 1950s, but it was not completely occupied for a number of years. The house was originally built by John Danesky, who passed away in 2003. John was the brother of my aunt, Pauline Danesky … and they lived next door to us for many years. The house was originally built for John and Pauline’s mother, Mary Danesky, but she turned it down. For a number of years, several members of the Danesky family were living in what is now our basement … and the main floor of our house was still empty! In fact, until we came along in 1971, there was nothing on the main floor of our house … and there was no staircase, which would eventually go from our basement’s door to our front porch. You can see proof of that in the four photos of our house, which are from the mid 1950s. I would also like to thank members of the Danesky family for snapping those photos more than 60 years ago.
As you can see here, it’s always nice to learn about some neat things about the history of one’s house, especially when it’s your own house. You just never know what kinds of stories you may hear about your own home. Our house was built in the 1950s … and it has changed somewhat considerably for more than 60 years … and, in 1971, my relatives came here and the rest is history.
I hope you guys enjoyed hearing the story of our house’s earliest days. I have done this in the “Joseph’s Flashback” feature two times in the past … and, today, I wanted to go a little bit more in depth about our house’s earliest days. I really like this house a lot!
Tomorrow, I will write my 1,350th blog post down … and it will be about a jacket. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out which jacket I’ll be talking about.