The first home I owned was in Somerville, MA, a single family with nine rooms, two bathrooms, an enclosed porch and a small side yard. It had a tiny parking spot in the back, just the right size for the motorcycle we used to drive. Though it was a medium sized house it was a bit large for me and Al. We did a lot of work on it ourselves and hired contractors to do what we couldn't do without professional help. I had never considered buying a house before Al suggested doing this but I had enough for a down payment from a small inheritance. We bought before prices skyrocketed and our downpayment was fairly large compared to the price we paid.
It was a very strange experience suddenly becoming a home owner. We had several tenants living in the house who had been there for many years under the former landlord. We agreed to allow them to stay until the end of their old lease. It meant we had to wait six months before we could actually move into our new home.
When we finally moved in our artist tenants left behind a huge amount of their belongings. One had built a darkroom with black plastic hung all over one end of the basement. Another one was a potter and had left a wheel. Eventually most of the things of value were removed by their respective owners and I was grateful they didn't expect us to deal with all this. I couldn't just throw it out, it was all very expensive tools. Thankfully they eventually did come and take all of it away.
At the time we bought it, our 'new' house was about 80 years old. We started assessing what improvements it was going to need. Insulation was the main one. When we bought it It was early spring and the exterior walls were like ice when you put your hand on them. We had insulation blown in from the inside because we had aesbestos shingling. It would have cost too much to take off the shingles. Though it was messy drilling through the walls from inside we just spackled and repainted at the end and it was fine.
The attic also needed insulation and we had a leaky skylight up there as well. We pulled out what seemed like miles of old copper gas piping and realized that the whole house had originally been lit by gas at the turn of the 20th century. The gas pipes had old electric wires threaded through them which we learned was what was done in the 20s and 30s when you converted your lighting from gas to electricity. The electricity was brought in on the same path to the light fixtures where the gas had been coming out. There were no electrical boxes either. The wires just came straight through the gas pipes and hooked right up to the light fixture. It looked pretty scary. We marvelled that houses didn't all burn down with this kind of wiring system in place.
Living in a house where you are doing major repairs and rehab to the whole place is extremely difficult. We had nowhere to go to get away from the work we were doing and it wore us out. This went on for over three years and we were not even done by then. I continued on alone for another three years to make more improvements and still the necessary work was never complete. We scraped peeling junk off all the upstairs ceilings and painted them. Painted all the rooms. I replaced a lot of broken ropes in the sashes. Had a cap installed on top of the chimney. Tried to get a leak fixed in the roof but after three unsuccessful tries gave up on that. Got the driveway repaved an had an old sewer basin taken out that wasn't doing anything under the cement in the back yard. Put in a new kitchen floor, back door and a small sauna. Had the gas stove moved out of the corner of the kitchen. Built a small patio in back. Replaced a set of wooden stairs up to the second story porch.
What was left to do: get a new roof. New heating system. More insulation upstairs. New windows. Update the bathrooms. Refinish the floors. Reconfigure some of the spaces upstairs and downstairs.
Looking back I would have been better off ignoring all the cosmetic stuff and staying focused on the structural and energy efficiency stuff. 'll never know how much money I put into the place but if I owned it now it would take at least 40K just to make it energy efficient and liveable.
It was a very strange experience suddenly becoming a home owner. We had several tenants living in the house who had been there for many years under the former landlord. We agreed to allow them to stay until the end of their old lease. It meant we had to wait six months before we could actually move into our new home.
When we finally moved in our artist tenants left behind a huge amount of their belongings. One had built a darkroom with black plastic hung all over one end of the basement. Another one was a potter and had left a wheel. Eventually most of the things of value were removed by their respective owners and I was grateful they didn't expect us to deal with all this. I couldn't just throw it out, it was all very expensive tools. Thankfully they eventually did come and take all of it away.
At the time we bought it, our 'new' house was about 80 years old. We started assessing what improvements it was going to need. Insulation was the main one. When we bought it It was early spring and the exterior walls were like ice when you put your hand on them. We had insulation blown in from the inside because we had aesbestos shingling. It would have cost too much to take off the shingles. Though it was messy drilling through the walls from inside we just spackled and repainted at the end and it was fine.
The attic also needed insulation and we had a leaky skylight up there as well. We pulled out what seemed like miles of old copper gas piping and realized that the whole house had originally been lit by gas at the turn of the 20th century. The gas pipes had old electric wires threaded through them which we learned was what was done in the 20s and 30s when you converted your lighting from gas to electricity. The electricity was brought in on the same path to the light fixtures where the gas had been coming out. There were no electrical boxes either. The wires just came straight through the gas pipes and hooked right up to the light fixture. It looked pretty scary. We marvelled that houses didn't all burn down with this kind of wiring system in place.
Living in a house where you are doing major repairs and rehab to the whole place is extremely difficult. We had nowhere to go to get away from the work we were doing and it wore us out. This went on for over three years and we were not even done by then. I continued on alone for another three years to make more improvements and still the necessary work was never complete. We scraped peeling junk off all the upstairs ceilings and painted them. Painted all the rooms. I replaced a lot of broken ropes in the sashes. Had a cap installed on top of the chimney. Tried to get a leak fixed in the roof but after three unsuccessful tries gave up on that. Got the driveway repaved an had an old sewer basin taken out that wasn't doing anything under the cement in the back yard. Put in a new kitchen floor, back door and a small sauna. Had the gas stove moved out of the corner of the kitchen. Built a small patio in back. Replaced a set of wooden stairs up to the second story porch.
What was left to do: get a new roof. New heating system. More insulation upstairs. New windows. Update the bathrooms. Refinish the floors. Reconfigure some of the spaces upstairs and downstairs.
Looking back I would have been better off ignoring all the cosmetic stuff and staying focused on the structural and energy efficiency stuff. 'll never know how much money I put into the place but if I owned it now it would take at least 40K just to make it energy efficient and liveable.







