Wifey B: Do we really want to know the full history of the house we're buying or living in? Let's say there was a horrible crime committed in the house I live in about 10 years before we bought it, I think ignorance is bliss in this case.
Ok, to the somewhat lighter side of houses with history. A couple we knew was new to a small town in NC and found an owner selling a house which they really liked. Decided to do a lease option as the owner was not in need of the money and owner's new home was about built.
The owner was a bit notorious around town. He was quite well off but no regular job, did this here and that there but his nearest to an occupation was as a gambler. Now this was before casinos in every town and hamlet. It was the old fashioned local illegal poker rooms he'd frequent. Apparently won big time. Ok. His girlfriend was a nursing director in a local hospital. Together for years and years but would never marry as she didn't want to have financial ties to him and definitely never a joint tax return, but she did love him. With just the two of them they'd enlarged the master bedroom which was on the back side of the house and it was huge.
They were well known in town and in spite of his means of making a living everyone in town liked Carl and Nancy. Perhaps part came from their annual July 4 party where they invited anyone to come.
So our friends would just mention the house and everyone would ask, "Carl M's house?" and they'd say yes and then people would smirk and smile and giggle but say no more generally. Some would even ask if they still had the cute English Bulldogs.
Finally one person pulled them aside and said, "You really don't know the history do you?" Well, how can you say if you know or not when you don't know what it is they're asking if you know but the person continued.
One day a few years earlier, Nancy had been home alone, in the back bedroom getting ready to go to work, the dogs in the fenced back yard. She looked out and was shocked at what she saw taking place as the electric meter reader was in the back yard. She quickly called the police and reported the meter reader in the yard, but then that part was ok. What she was reporting however, was sexual activity between the meter reader and their English Bulldog as he was fully in the mounted position when she observed him. In fact, his pants were still down when the police arrived.
Now in a small rural town soon everyone knew and for anyone who didn't it was even the front page of the weekly newspaper, disclosing full details and even photos of the man and the dog, although separately and not in the act. The article went on to say the man had since left town and they didn't know where he moved. And so that's the story of the Meeks house that the mere mention of the house always brought smiles and laughs. They learned to simply say, "Yes, it's the house" and laugh too. :lol: