I obviously was too young to remember but I have heard the story so many times I feel like I can. There were two houses separated by one street. On one street there was a house where my family lived and on the other street was where my Grandparents lived. Not only did we live close together but my Dad and Grampa worked together as in “owned a family business”. Needless to say there was a lot of “together” time. One house was quite traditional and one was …umm …lets say, unique. The untraditional house was a prefabricated home called a Lustron. It came on a truck and was put together like a puzzle. Google it, you will find it fascinating, I promise. Long story short we outgrew the lustron, so it made sense to switch houses.

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