Paul bought the car for me, and Rob painstakingly taught me to drive standard, which I needed to learn, to drive it.
The house was not a mansion by any means; the old farmhouse is the building at the front, with a newer part at the back, surrounded by two acres. There was an oil furnace and no air conditioning and the walls had little insulation. On cold nights the walls would bang loudly as they expanded and contracted with temperature changes. The pipes froze in winter and the septic system regularly gave us problems. Yet we loved living there.
We moved there in 1974, intending to stay two years, but lived there for almost ten, leaving at the end of 1983. It was the place that shaped us into who we are today.