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This is probably not last in the series, but it is where I live now, so any Part VII won't be along very soon.
( Oakwood )
I'm skipping over the return to Spruce Road as that place has been mentioned and Bloomville was more of a blip in the time spent on Spruce Road than anything. I suppose I could go on about life at UW-Platteville, but it doesn't seem quite right. Maybe another time. Instead, this is when I really move out.
( North Park St., Fairmont, MN )
The place on Spruce Road wasn't bad, but it could be improved upon. A few years into the 1980s things were going very well. So well that we expected to run out of room for machines and the idea of moving into a real house was a real possibility, and certainly an appealing one.
The place on Highway G was not intended to be a residence but was converted in a hurry and made livable. It was possible to live there, and we did. It was certainly not ideal, not with its thin insulation, metal roof, hard floor, scrap carpet, and the atypical plumbing arrangements such as they were. In the Spring of 1979 things started to change.
( Spruce Road )
The place on Liberty street was good in some ways. It was inexpensive. It was near grandparents. Being on the second story meant the floor was warm in the winter - though it also meant the place was too hot in the summer. (Talking with my folks I found out they bought the air conditioner as it was too hot to not have one there in the summer.) It was far enough away from things that it was fairly quiet. It was close enough to things that I could walk to school. Walking to a park wasn't just too far. Nor was it too far to walk to some stores, mainly a Ben Franklin, though a trip to a grocery store meant taking the car.
But when Mrs. Knospe told us she was selling the place, we had to find a place. And there wasn't a ready place to go that would be as inexpensive. But there was the shop.
( From edge of town to out of town. )
The place on Liberty street didn't have all that much room for more than just living, even with using the garage as something other than a place to store a car. So, wanting more room to work, arrangements were made with relatives...
