159 N 400 East in October 2000, Before exterior work began
The story is long, but I'll try to make it short. I first saw this house in the fall of 1992, when I was a student at Brigham Young University. I was out walking for exercise, and had noticed this old tired bungalow many times. Eight years later, my wife and I were house hunting, and wanted 2 things, something with character, and something we could afford. She was expecting our first child, and we were sick of renting. I decided to go back to my old neighborhood one day, and saw the house for sale. We called the realtor, who knew nothing, and he showed us the house. I can't believe I could see through the mess. The home had been owned for 47 years by the same woman, and she had been in a nursing home for some time. Her grandson now had title, and wanted the money. Nasty upholstered furniture, pinkish grey 50's carpet, carpeted kitchen and bath, and mud--2 inches of it in two rooms in the basement. Those were the highlights. We made an offer--very low, and after a bit of negotiating, it was ours. I made them take all the junk, and leave the wood furniture. A few days after closing I found a sort of hidden closet filled with 30 year old "food storage." Yuck. Thus began our journey in our Provo Bungalow
The story is long, but I'll try to make it short. I first saw this house in the fall of 1992, when I was a student at Brigham Young University. I was out walking for exercise, and had noticed this old tired bungalow many times. Eight years later, my wife and I were house hunting, and wanted 2 things, something with character, and something we could afford. She was expecting our first child, and we were sick of renting. I decided to go back to my old neighborhood one day, and saw the house for sale. We called the realtor, who knew nothing, and he showed us the house. I can't believe I could see through the mess. The home had been owned for 47 years by the same woman, and she had been in a nursing home for some time. Her grandson now had title, and wanted the money. Nasty upholstered furniture, pinkish grey 50's carpet, carpeted kitchen and bath, and mud--2 inches of it in two rooms in the basement. Those were the highlights. We made an offer--very low, and after a bit of negotiating, it was ours. I made them take all the junk, and leave the wood furniture. A few days after closing I found a sort of hidden closet filled with 30 year old "food storage." Yuck. Thus began our journey in our Provo Bungalow
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