THE ANGEL'S STORY Chapter 12
1016 North Lake Avenue
On December 2, 1949, Mummy and Daddy purchased the farm at 1016 (ten-sixteen) North Lake Avenue. Forlorn is the word which comes to mind when I remember the first year on the farm. The first days were ragged and cold. Mostly I remember it being very cold. After the war, no one had very much money and oil heat was used sparingly. Not so with our fireplace. It was in constant use. There was plenty of wood to cut up and collect in the surrounding forests. Our circumstances were luxurious compared to our neighbors. We had a gas stove in the kitchen. Others did not have such a fine appliance. This put us in a very enviable position. Whenever the electricity went out, which seemed to be quite often, neighbors would rotate through our kitchen every half hour or so, to open their cans of Franco American Spaghetti and Spam and to cook their dinners on our kitchen stove. The first winter at 1016 was spent repairing the house, and thawing out frozen water pipes. The fireplace leaked big time, so our Daddy set about building a new fireplace and chimney where the front door had been. Together, Mummy and Daddy tore down the room separations so that we would have one nice big living room on the first floor. Next, they purchased a collapsed house, just up the road, for $10.00 from the town of Greenwich. The deal was this. If they tore down the remainder of the house, they could have title to the lumber. This they did! The lumber and hand-hewn beams quickly became the new floors and supports for our new home.
During this period, life was cold. Life was a mess! There were pots and pans to catch the leaks every time it rained. Blankets were bunched up around the doors and windows to keep the winter winds at bay and we didn’t care! We danced about our house, bounding from one stuffed chair to another, all dressed up in Mom’s blue-netted tutus, which were worn over our sweaters and blue jeans!