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[sissel]

My husband & I finally got our 1st house a cape cod house on a busy street. Suburbs of Phila. street was so steep many cars after snow could not drive up it, the driveway was the same way, we pull in & sometimes the car would slide down. Upstairs was really an attic with sloped walls, happy we are short people. 1/2 bath up there so if you wanted to take shower or bath had to take your clothes to off kitchen to that bathroom that had bathtub & shower, Oh had not much money so only had the hand lawnmower, he would cut grass pushing that old hand mower.My parents brought me a dryer but didn't have the 320 line needed electriction for that (no money) that sat for almost a yr. Watched the weather got up early before work wash clothes hung them outside, winter my husband strung clothes lines in basement so I could dry them. LOL the good news was my next door neighbor I became good friends, we live in west coast her in east coast we talk every month love her so much, loved when we both lived nextdoor & we all had our problems but still to this day we are so close. Oh next house made sure not that again & even got a dishwasher in the second house. Yep learned so much. 

[panda1234]

Aww, first house is like first love, you never forget it. I too look back at the hard times with fond memories. 

[jubilant]

Yes, lot's of good memories.  It was a new 12x52 mobile home.  We didn't want to rent and the little rural town we wanted to live in did not have a house for sale that we liked.  We bought the mobile home and was in a lovely rural trailer court in a small town about 30 minutes from where we wanted to be.  It took 4 yrs. of waiting to finally land the house we wanted..... in the town we wanted.  We raised our children there and lived there for 16 yrs.  We still live in the area....but outside of town now.

[ID2]

Ahh yes our first home, the home I had my children that grew up in. It was very difficult moving from that home. When we did move and it came the day to leave it for the last time, I walked through and just cried. It was an elderly couple that bought it and we bought it from an elderly couple. We had been the only young ones living in it. I actually wrote a card to the new owners and left it in the kitchen for them to read. It wished them luck and briefly told them how happy we were living there. I never heard if they read it but I wanted to do that anyway. I still dream about that first house. 

[Sweetbay magnolia]

It was a small, poorly built (new) townhouse, but we cared for it lovingly and maintained it well, and made a nice profit selling.

We had a few good times there, had a few dogs and made some friends.  Some of those friends I still know.  There is a new dog, now.

[violann]

Cute old bungalow, probably a “Sears House” in an old decaying neighborhood that sadly has continued to decay. 

There are currently many yards there that have been paved to accommodate far too many cars, and rubble and neglect have become front yard decorations.

I was glad to be leaving it for our second house, but had the same “sads” at leaving the house where my children were born.

Time, and geography, move on.

[Starpolisher]

We're still in our first house. When our sons were growing up and we should have moved, we couldn't afford it. Now that they are both grown there's no point in moving. We live in a small ranch. We've been here for thirty five years. We raised our sons here and we've had some good times here. I know and like my neighbors but sometimes I wish I could have had a nice big house like some I see here. The ones with walk in closets, lots of kitchen cabinets, an island and more bathrooms. On the other hand, my house is comfortable and paid for.

[PamfromCT]

Our first house was a newly-built Cape Cod in a development of young families.  Such a cute house, small and charming, that we poured our heart and soul into (as well as all our money).  Both our children were born while we lived there.  It was an eternity ago, but those warm feelings are still with us.  We have been married 51 years now - please believe people when they tell you how quickly life passes.  One of our neighbors back then remains one of the treasured friends of my life, through all the years and moves.  

[Oznell]

Mine was a tiny shotgun double, on the fringes of the Uptown section of New Orleans.  It was long and narrow, like all shotguns, but it had high ceilings, cypress floors, (I think) and vintage exposed brick on one wall where a chimney had once been.  Had a cute front porch, and a little back yard where tomatoes flourished in that hot Louisiana sun.

Loved that little house!

[Jackhound Mom]

Great thread!

Our 1st was an older ranch style slump block in Phoenix with a carport and a big yard.  Built in 72 the year I graduated.  It had been freshly painted inside and the carpet was in great shape w/appliances all for $68,000!  Today would probably be $300,000 lol.

We had the most wonderful neighbors and we still visit with our next door neighbor there 30 years later.