This is the first home we owned in Calgary. It looked a lot better before it was totally overgrown by shrubs. In 1980, we moved into this house. The ugly hedge wasnâ€™t there but there was a basketball hoop that has gone missing.
In 1984, as my parents divorce was finalizing, we had literally no where to go. The house was sold but the divorce wasnâ€™t finalized which meant that we had no way to put a down payment on a house. The movers where at the house and my grandfather told my mom to come out to Moose Jaw for the weekend and come up with a game plan. We came out and spent the summer in an apartment of a tiny Nazarene church he was the pastor of.
It was a good summer and while money was tight, it didnâ€™t rain one in Moose Jaw that summer, and my sleeping quarters were the concrete floor of a Sunday School classroom, I have some fond memories of the summer. Looking back at it, it was the closest we have ever come to being homeless.
After ruling out Moose Jaw as a place to live (my sister needed a higher level of medical care), we came to Saskatoon for a weekend and stayed with friends of the family. After a morning of finding nothing appropriate, the realtor took us to this house. By that night we had a deal worked out to delay the full down payment for a year and the deal was closed.
Moving out to attend Aldersgate College, I lived in these dorms in Moose Jaw. Guys had the top floor, the ladies had the bottom two floors.
While attending the University of Saskatchewan, I had a really small bachelor suite in City Park. Itâ€™s main feature was it was close to Seafood Samâ€™s, the greatest sports restaurant in the city.
When Wendy and I got married, our first place was on the east side behind Superstore. No air conditioning, third floor, southwest exposure. It got so hot in their that Wendy and I battled heat stroke our only summer living there.