Originally posted by Osprey
This Old House
I bought this little old Mexican house twenty years ago. It was a wreck but I loved the lot and the ocean view, thought I could fix it up and make it
livable. Have been happy in the house for sixteen years now and haven’t thought much about this place versus some other I could have bought.
The paperwork I got at the time of purchase went back about twenty years so I’ve been thinking all this time that the house was built about 1980. I’m
not sure about when this little village began but I heard the first little settlement here was called Solidad and later Tres Rios. I do know about the
corrido about a small military skirmish here and history records that fight in and around a hacienda, a church and a school here in 1911.
The other day I was talking to my gardener about it and because he was born in a house just a stone’s throw from my place 45 years ago, he knows some
history. He told me my house was one of the original places on this end of town and he thinks it was built about 1935.
Since I was born in 1936 I guess the house and I started out together and it’s a miracle for sure that either one of us survived. Don’t know about me
but the age of the house means little as respects its value – I knew at first glance that the next owner would surely bulldoze the little place down,
start fresh with a nice clean lot. The little work I did to it over the years has not changed that scenario; even the tax man rates the house at
$12,000 U.S.
I find some heavy irony in this whole thing. The house was a very small part of the consideration when I originally paid $25,000 U.S. for the place, I
did not put much money into it to make it comfortable. How odd is that – how could a thing so important to my safety, wellbeing and happiness begin
with so little value and keep that humble value throughout its use-life and then some? It all seems to fly in the face of the natural order of realty,
its perceived value, the quid pro quo at the core of all real estate transactions.
Makes little sense to me but if I had the chance to do it all again I would say “Giddy Up”. |