My father passed away last week. His death was sudden and unexpected. He died at home, in the house that he and my mother bought back in the 60′s, the house where I lived for the first quarter century of my life, the house he refused to move from following my mother’s death five years ago.
It’s been a helluva week. I am the only child so I am especially grateful for my wife who has helped hold things together and keep me sane during this very stressful and emotional time. I could get all philosophical about death and the fragility of life here, but I’ve done enough of that over the past week.
Over the next few months, I have an incredible amount of work to do. I want to finish the second floor renovations in our own house, so our child can finally move into her room, and so my in-laws have their own space when they come to stay with us this summer. And now I have to prepare my childhood home for market, preferably by late spring so the potential buyer will be able to move in before the start of the school year in September.
I have started sifting through some of the paperwork that my mother had filed away over the years. Mom kept just about every invoice for major purchases and home renovations. Here are a few interesting tidbits:
- My parents purchased the major appliances, which are still working today, in the early to mid 1970′s. Judging from all the maintenance agreement renewals, they probably paid for the appliances many times over. But then, judging from the pile of repair invoices, it appears that Mom may have got her money’s worth.
- The 1.5 car garage cost about $4,000 in the early 1970′s,
- My folks purchased the house for just under $14,000 in the mid 1960′s. Current value is approximately $150,000 to $175,000.
- I figured 6 years ago that my basement renovation cost me around $8000 total. My mother had jotted down the figures from when they finished their basement in the early ’70’s. The total cost of that renovation was $750.