First History Story by jpr

November 1956 the builder gave us a house to live in on Helm road because our house was not ready yet.  We had moved a long way from southern Illinois just so we could own our own home in Meadowdale. (,_Illinois)
My mother and father were proud of there new home purchase and we went often to look at a field where the house would be. 
One day we stopped on Helm road by the weeping willow tree, just east and up from lilac lane.  My parents were very excited.  Roads had been graded and foundations were poured.  My parents agreed at the same time they did not see the big trucks the houses were to arrive in.
We spent Thanksgiving and Christmas in the loaned house on Helm road.  Actually went spent Thanksgiving back at home with my Grandmother and much to my dismay we spent Christmas in the loaned house.  You see I never wanted to leave southern Illinois and I did not see the need for it. 
I hated the temporary house, hated Sunny hill school and wanted to go back as fast as I could.  Seven year olds however do not get to make the decisions. 


January came and up the hill we drove.  We could not drive down the street where our lot was yet, but the trucks were lined up and down from one end to another.  Mom and Dad rejoiced as my father said” it would only be a matter of weeks now” , the builder had told my mother and father that once the trucks arrived that the homes could be built in seven days. 
The snows came and flew.  Several trips to the models on the Southwest corner of Hazard road and Route 25 and low and behold the house was up and ready to move in.  There was no natural gas so we had to use these big propane tanks for the rest of the winter.

We were in





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