I was three years old when this photo was shot. Dad's old Hudson sits near the house as construction continues. At left is his LeRoi two-cylinder 8 horsepower engine used to power the cement mixer. Notice too that daylight can be seen through the window of what will become the living room.
We lived in the basement as the upper floors were being built. Dad used to say that he had never laid a brick until he started on this project. He began laying them in the front and, by the time he got around to the back where mistakes weren't as noticeable, he got pretty good at it.
He did indeed.
In the summer of 1973, Dad was injured in an automobile accident. He remained unconscious for seventeen months before he died in early 1975. Mom lived in the house until she entered a nursing home in 1999. It was still unfinished. I sold it to a friend in 2001 and he, in turn, sold it again in 2009.
The new owner has made it a showplace that would have made Dad proud.