After my mom died, dad started to remodel the home. He tore out the small galley-like kitchen and expanded it into the dining room. He built a soffet on the back side and made that the dining room. He expanded my brother's room into part of the sunken living room and added french doors to make the office. He connected the master and my room at the end of the hallway to make the master suite and added the fireplace and bathtub pedestal. Turned the previous master bath into a toilet closet off of the master suite. Took out the bathtub/shower in the main bathroom in the hallway and turned it into a 3/4 bath. Took out carpet and laid Italian marble tile. The loft was left untouched. The basement was framed out with two additional bedrooms and a living area. He had intended to add another bathroom, closet and game room. The sun room which previously led into the master and had a full bar was turned into a living room that was open to the kitchen. The back door area was turned into a laundry room and pantry room. In the back yard the trees were moved, sandbox pulled out and garden moved. The hill to the left of the driveway was landscaped. I think he meant to build on to the garage. Unfortunately, all of this was started, but family turmoil caused us to run out of money and the renovations were never finished.

I grew up in that house- born and raised. My mom died there and my pet parakeet is buried in the back yard near the east neighbor's fence. The neighborhood kids and I all played baseball in the back yard, we cross country skied in the winter. We used to play at the lake down the road and we'd ride our bikes from the stop sign into the driveway since it's on a hill. I used to practice ballet and gymnastics in front of the stairs that lead to the front room because it had a light over it like a stage. My brother's room was next to mine and we used to play mail man- leaving notes under the doors for each other. There was a lot of love and a huge loss when we lost that house...