On October 30, 1975 I moved into our house on West Windemere Ave with my three kids. At that time, I paid a whopping $22K for the 1-1/2 story bungalow.
Newly divorced and a single mom, it was all I could afford. I liked the downtown area (remember Winkelman's and Fields Department Stores???), the schools were good, and it wasn't all that far from where I had grown up (Hazel Park).
I liked the house instantly. It felt like home. It needed work and my mom told me I was crazy to buy the house but I ignored her advice and bought it. From day one, I'd had the distinct feeling that the house had had a fire in it. Every night I would go around to make sure nothing was on that could possibly cause a fire.
When I met the man I would eventually marry, he liked the house too. We made renovations and raised our family here. But I digress.
I had been in the house a few years when my neighbor came over and handed me a Daily Tribune clipping detailing the house fire that occured at my address in 1941. I had been right! The house is as loved today and it was when I bought it. Maybe more.
I've lived in Royal Oak 45 years now and don't plan on going anywhere. It's always been a great community and even though Winkelmans and Field's are no longer there, the downtown is still a friendly place to shop and get a coffee. Unfortunately I don't have any old pix of the house handy to share.