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UD’s Childhood Home…

… can now be yours for just under a million dollars.

Margaret Soltan, July 10, 2012 3:08PM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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12 Responses to “UD’s Childhood Home…”

  1. francofou Says:

    Dear Margaret,

    Go for it.

    Yours, Thomas Wolfe

  2. Margaret Soltan Says:

    francofou: I Can’t Afford to Go Home Again.

  3. Joshua Miller Says:

    Huh. I just checked and my childhood home is going for $114k.

  4. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Josh: I win!

  5. Alan Allport Says:

    “A lot of closets” … hmmm.

  6. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Alan: LOL.

  7. Joshua A. Miller Says:

    Garrett Park is only collecting taxes on an assessed value of $521k. So either the owners are living in dreamland (always possible, but GP is beautiful) or you folks need better assessors.

  8. Joshua A. Miller Says:

    PS- Was the train loud? There’s such a thing as TOO close to metro.

  9. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Josh: The train can occasionally be loud. I grew up with it, so I don’t notice, but someone should mention the train to potential buyers. As to the assessed value: Yes, the owners might be living in dreamland, but my theory is that they’re putting a ridiculous price on the house in hopes of settling for about $800,000.

  10. theprofessor Says:

    $150-160K (absolute tops) for it in Mediocrevilleburgton if it’s in my neighborhood.

    My childhood home is assessed at $102,000; my parents had it listed at $14,900 in 1971 and eventually had to settle for around $12,000.

  11. cheddar Says:

    So is there no garage? Did that lower space used to be the garage? What do you think of the renovations?

  12. Margaret Soltan Says:

    cheddar: Good eye. That lower space was indeed in my day the garage. Now there isn’t one – the owners park in the long driveway and in the street.

    As to how I feel – I was never very attached to the house. It’s kind of a cold house – not the sort of place you’d get sentimental about. My mother’s garden in the back I was sentimental about. We’d sit out there looking at birds and plants, petting her English Cocker Spaniels, and chatting. But the house… The moment it was sold, I failed to think of it as mine in any way. It belonged to the young couple who immediately totally redid it. Time marches on, etc.

    My sense of belonging is to the town, to Garrett Park, where I still live. In fact, I live across the street and only a few doors down from this house.

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