By Susan Harper
A friend once told me that it was more economical to rent a home than to own one. “My uncle put the pencil to it,” he said.
Pencil, indeed. I had been dreaming of having a home of my own for about 48 years – ever since my parents bought their first home and explained to me why we were leaving our apartment, which was the only home I’d ever known. “We can build bookshelves in all the rooms,” my dad said. “We can paint the walls any color we like,” Mother added. (She wasn’t kidding. Always adventurous, she used dark green wallpaper with a large yellow and pink floral pattern in their bedroom, and painted the living room dark green with bright white trim and a wall of white bookcases. And it was beautiful.) “We can play the Victrola as loud as it will go,” Dad said. That trumped everything!