You wouldn’t be much impressed with my house. It’s a typical 3 bedroom stucco tract house built in 1954. We bought it in ‘67 for $22,500, which was as much as we could afford with my G.I. loan. It was paid off many years ago. It’s kind of like an old pair of shoes, a little worn but comfortable.
It has a larger lot than most of the new homes, and there was plenty of room for our boys and dogs to play, plus a little space for a garden. The neighborhood is quiet and our street has very little traffic. There is an elementary school, junior high, high school, jr. college, and university within walking distance, and our boys attended all of them.
Things have changed since we moved in. Some of the intersections that were stop signs now have traffic lights and left turn lanes. There are more apartment buildings, more people, no more orange groves. Traffic is much heavier, but I don’t drive much anymore.
My wife and I have lived all our lives within 30 miles of here. It’s the only area we have known. The weather is mild. There is morning ice on the bird bath maybe a couple times a year at most. Some days I can see snow on the local mountains from my back yard. There are occasionally strong winds from the east that blow things around and spread brush fires, and earthquakes now and then. I’ve never personally seen any earthquake damage, but it’s always a threat.
I’m happy here. It’s home.