You might say my love for bungalows started at birth. My parents' first home was a simple, one-bedroom, one-bath bungalow and it is the first place I called home. Our cozy bungalow had a large porch with a distant view of a river. I raised a family "playing house" on that porch and our family gathered there on summer evenings. My brother planted his first garden in the yard and painted the trim and the porch when he was only eight years old. One Christmas, he and Mom helped Santa by staying up most of the night putting together my doll house for Christmas morning. Although we occasionally had a baby sitter, our dog Lady is the one who kept a watchful eye on us as we played outside and slept under our bunk beds at night. Every Saturday morning she would excitedly pace waiting for David to take her for her weekly walk. However, my fondest memory in our bungalow was Friday nights. On Friday nights, Mom would settle into her large comfortable chair in the living room. She would hold David, David would hold me, I would hold Lady and somehow we still managed to hold a bowl of potato chips as we prepared to watch "I Remember Mama" and "The Life of Riley" on television. That one hour on Friday nights in our little bungalow is how I remember my mama. Now, many years later, this bungalow inspired me to buy a bungalow as my first home as well as join with my nephew David to create this website and the next generation of bungalows--"just big enough" to capture the memories you, your family and friends will treasure as you live "the bungalow way of life."
My brother David, Mom and I sitting on Mother's bed in our one-bedroom bungalow in 1948. The first home I purchased--a 1-1/2 story bungalow.
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