Our First House

A fellow blogger did a post of their first apartment she and her husband lived in when they were first married. I thought this would be fun, but then I got looking through my pictures and I don't have any pictures of our first apt. or even our second apt. They were both basement apartments and they were our little heaven on earth. Things seemed so simple, even though they really weren't at the time. Both of us were working and going to school. And at the time I thought it was really cool that I made more money than my husband! I was working at Primary Children's Hospital and Cache was working at Finova. Our first Elder's quorum president told us we were "living large", we laughed at that remark and wondered what he was talking about. As I look back, I now understand.

So since I don't have any of our first apartment pictures I will post our first house pictures. It was downtown SLC, right across the street from Cache's parents home. It was a dump when we bought it, in fact it was condemned and the city wouldn't let us live in it until we fixed it up. Someone went in before us and tried to remodel it, but only made it worse. He cut through the heat ducts to the upstairs to put in a pass through window from the kitchen to the dining room. I guess he didn't care if it was warm upstairs. He wired all the electrical cables on the outside of the walls and stapled them down. This was only a few things that made our home a wreck when we moved in. Take a look: (you can click on the pictures to enlarge)

It was a HUGE project and wouldn't have gotten done without the help we received from family and friends. I spent hours and hours painting the ceilings, plus other stuff, but this is what I remember most. Cache got a hernia, we had to hire someone to do the front porch area, but the rest was pretty much done with our own labor.