505 West Clay

After a year and 8 months of living in a rented farmhouse we moved to a house on West Clay in Mt. Pleasant. Although Becky was not thrilled with the house or its size it was ours. Well, not quite ours but we were buying it.

Our house in the country was sold when the Garners moved away, so we had to find a new place. I didn’t think we had much of a chance of buying a house and thought we would have to rent. We were heavily in dept from my college and living experiences during that time. On a teacher’s salary it was going to be hard for us to find something.

My Dad talked with Stan Macbeth and said we should see him about a house. He was a local realtor and the former mayor of Mt. Pleasant. He was a gregarious sort of follow who always acted like he was glad to see you.

Stan took us to a few houses that I don’t really remember much about and then took us to 505 West Clay. It was a small bungalow on a lot with some great shade trees. It was a stones throw from Saunders Park and the swimming pool. I thought it had huge potential. We couldn’t get the money from the bank and our parents didn’t have any money to loan us so Stan suggested we try the Farmers Home Administration (FHA) for a government subsidized loan for low income people in rural areas.

We had resisted food stamps or any government help in our lives as a matter of principle but this time I didn’t think we could afford to pass it up. The house qualified. The next question would be do we? We filled out all of the forms and met with officials. We were on a tight timeline and needed to get out of our other house.

It wasn’t going to be a “slam dunk”! The local board of the FHA didn’t think we were a good risk and the local administrator said our only chance would be to meet with them and convince them we could handle this. We did and they did. It was one of those painful experiences when someone you hardly know goes through your finances and it is plain that you have not done so well. Somehow by the grace of God, we convinced them.

We settled into our home in the fall of 1973. We didn’t have much but it was going to be ours. The house had a kitchen and dinning room attached to a living room and two bedrooms and, of course, the bath. The Bath was not the greatest. It had an old claw foot tub and there were ugly brown arrows painted on the wall. I don’t know what the point of the arrows was.

Our neighbors on the west were Eunice and Charlie Shappell and their children, Susan, Marion and Rick. One the east, across the alley was Winifred Van Allen. Behind our property on the north side was a big empty lot. My Dad said he remember a few times when a circus came to town and set up on that lot. Long before that my plat book showed that there was a school on the northwest corner of that lot. The Van Allen family owned it and the other half of the block.

Originally, our lot and the Shappell lot were one and had a large house on it. About half of the large house was torn down and the bricks and materials were used to build our house. Shappell’s house was part of the original house. Our house was a fortress! The walls were about three feet thick and solid brick. It heated easily in the winter and stayed cool in the summer. I’ll tell more about our time there and the changes we made in the house in future pieces.