Part 2: As the paint dries...
The last house in San Francisco, I lived in was in the Haight Ashbury. That was a cool flat. It had once been a Hotel and actually survived the 1906 earthquake and fire. It still had a horse stable in the backyard. I recently did a google search for it and this is how it looked a couple of years ago. I also hit the jackpot with even more photos - it had been up for sale. 3 bedrooms and 1 bath. 1450 sq ft. Sold for 1.9 million dollars for just the flat. I bet my folks still wished they owned it. Above us, were 2 apartments - Now being sold as individual condo apartments for sale.
We moved because, we couldn't leave for work or school, without stepping over hippies laying on our porch. They would urinate and leave their feces for us to clean up. It was gross. Back then, most of the homeowners who had lived there for years, were leaving.
Now it is a upscale neighborhood - totally un-affordable for regular people.
|my mom and dad's bedroom|
|My sister and I shared this bedroom. There used to be a radiator where the pipe is.|
|the rear bedroom - we used as our playroom|
Dad moved us 30 minutes south of San Francisco, to a small beach town, where I lived till I moved out.