On Saturday, August 21, 2021, the rabbi at Temple Israel, Rabbi Fox, shared a poem called “House: Some Instructions” by Grace Paley. As I heard the poem read, I realized I have so many wonderful memories of the houses I’ve lived in during my lifetime. Each house has so many wonderful memories and also are a part of me.
I want to write a bit about all the houses that have been a part of my life. There really are many. I know some people live in the same house their entire lives. My husband Dan’s mother is still living in the house purchased by his parents in 1954!
Somewhere in the San Fernando Valley, southern Calfornia (mid-late 1950s)
Edith, Billy, and Jo Ann Schneider - 1958 |
I only have a vague memory of my parents renting a house in the San Fernando Valley (near Los Angeles) when my mom, Edith Kadison Schneider, was pregnant with my sister Lynnellen. My dad, I guess, was doing an internship or a residency in Los Angeles when he was a young doctor. I remember playing in a huge yard. I also remember her saying she had to go away for a few days and came back with a baby.
Sacramento, California (late 1950s)
JO ANN (age 4) in playing at our Sacramento, Rancho Cordova House |
Playing with my siblings Lynnellen and Billy and other kids at the Rancho Cordova house in Sacramento |
The first house I really remember was when I was four years old. It was a house my parents rented while my dad was stationed at Mather Air Force Base in the Sacramento area. They had a house with round little windows on the base, but moved into a house near the base in an area called Rancho Cordova. I don’t remember much about the house but there was a big yard I played in with my brother and sister who were younger than me. It must have had two bedrooms since I remember sharing the room with two other cribs with my brother and sister. There must have been lots of young families on the street since I vaguely remember playing with other children on that street.
Canoga Park, California (1960 or 1961 to 1964)
8401 Rudnick Avenue around 1961 |
When I was five, my dad completed his time in the Air Force and we moved back to Southern California. There my parents purchased a big tract home for $25,000 in Canoga Park, California. It was the biggest house on the street, at 8401 Rudnick Avenue.
I just turned five years old when he bought the house just in time for me to begin Kindergarten at Nevada Avenue Elementary School. My grandparents, Fannie and Max Schneider, drove me and my siblings, Billy and Lynnellen, from Sacramento to Canoga Park. When we arrived at the house, the first room we entered from the garage was a family room, kitchen, and dining area. The room was huge, and I remember asking my father “Is this the whole house?” He replied there was many more rooms and I was amazed at how big the house was after living in the little rental house in Rancho Cordova.
The room my sister and I were going to share was huge and my brother Billy even had his own room. There was a guest room-study downstairs that also had a bath and an entire other room downstairs that would become the living room we wouldn’t really live in that included a fireplace. My parents had their own suite upstairs.
As time passed, my dad hired a custom landscaper to do the landscaping. He had ice plant planted in front. The driveway went up a hill and circled around a flat area behind the house. Eventually, my dad had a pool built there that even included a pool house with a shower, bathroom, and changing area. The pool fit into that square space and had a diving board. My parents enrolled us kids in swim lessons and I remember my dad teaching me how to blow bubbles in that pool. He also had a chain link fence built around the pool so no children would fall in or break in. The neighborhood kids would walk by in their bathing suits hoping to be invited in for a swim.
To enter the garage after the pool was built was really difficult, but possible. The garage door was moved to the side of the driveway. The area where the pool was was a square area at first and that is where I rode a two-wheeled bike for the first time!
I think the washer and dryer were in the garage.
Jo Ann, Billy, Arthur, Lynnellen, and Edith Schneider at the Canoga Park House - August 1962 |
The room my sister and I slept in had lace frilly curtains that matched our bedding. When we first moved in she was still using a crib though. I remember laying in that bed very, very sick when I had an ear infection. I also remember the tooth fairy not coming one Sunday morning and running into my parents room to tell them and to return to find a shiny quarter under my pillow! I think I believed in magic after that.
I remember the huge birthday parties my mom gave at the house and when she hired the teen next door to play Bozo the Clown and all the kids believing she really was THE Bozo! I remember walking to and from school and having the rare treat of getting to go home for lunch once in a while and eating little frozen Banquet chicken pot pies when I got to go home for lunch. I had the best mom ever! I remember playing for hours with the neighborhood kids and getting called home for dinner.
Life was really happy for me there, but when I was eight years old, in the middle of the school year, in the middle of Third Grade, my dad decided he was tired of “commuting” to UCLA and the VA Hospital near Westwood Village, and announced we were going to move. I remember pleading with my mother and crying about moving, and my mom promising it would not happen, but we ended up moving anyway.
As we drove away from Nevada Avenue Elementary School, on my last day of living in Canoga Park, I said to my mom, “What about the garden my class planted? I will never see it again.” All I can remember about that time of my life and that house are happy memories.
Bel Air, California (1964–1972)
My mom (in a mini skirt) in the backyard of our Belair house - probably around 1967 |
Jo Ann, Billy, and Lynnellen in the backyard of the Bel Air house |
The next house our family lived in was in Bel Air right next to Beverly Hills. My parents told me never to tell anyone we lived in Belair since everyone there was supposed to be rich, but it never felt like we were well off when we lived there.
My dad bought that house for $65,000 which in those days, was a lot. The house was located at 1017 Somera Road, Los Angeles, California. We had to drive through the West Gate of Bel Air and go on many winding roads with no sidewalks to get to the top part of Bel Air where Somera Road was located. The view from our backyard was spectacular: you could see the Pacific Ocean and much of the pretty parts of Los Angeles from our living room’s windows.
The Bel Air Fire had occurred when I was seven years old, so this house was a rebuild. It seemed to be partially finished. For example, there was a two car carport, so we could not load the garage with stuff. The house was only one story and seemed smaller than the house we owned in Canoga Park. There was this huge entry area with a white marble floor as you entered the house and the dining room was to the immediate right. From that entry area, was a huge living room and also a separate family room. Both rooms had spectacular views. You either had to enter the kitchen by walking through the dining room or walking through the family room. The kitchen was very dark I recall with a kitchen nook. On the other side of the kitchen was a mud room type entrance that could be entered from the carport (we didn’t have a enclosed garage!) and the washer and dryer were there. From that mud room area, there was a maid’s room and a private bath. That room was my brother Billy’s room. Back at the entry area was a long hallway that led to the bedroom wing where my parents’ master bedroom and private bath were and two other bedrooms and a bath.
My sister and I each were given our own rooms at the end of the hall and we shared a bathroom that had two sinks and a shower-tub.
There was a walk in closet in my parents bedroom that was used as a sewing room.
My parents decorated the house professionally and I recall the drapes in the bedroom matched their bedspread. I think they did the same thing in my room. Daddy painted some furniture pink and blue for my sister Lynnellen.
The heat never worked correctly in that house I recall. Every morning my mother would turn the heat up to 100 degrees so we could all pretend there was heat. I also recall the bath-shower my sister and I shared did not work, so we had to bathe and shower in my parents huge master bathroom that included a separate shower and tub and even a dressing room.
We kept hamsters in the bathroom without the working tub-shower and even guinea pigs I recall! (Not at the same time.) We also kept goldfish in that bathroom.
My room had twin beds with plaid bedspreads and drapes that matched. There was a huge wooden desk in my room and a shelf next to my bed that was filled with paperback books my mother ordered from our school’s Scholastic Book Club.
The family room area was furnished with a table that my dad turned into a game table. He taught us to play roulette on that table and we learned how to gamble with chips! We had our own roulette wheel.
During the week we ate dinners in that room and Saturday lunch. We rarely ate in the dining room that was furnished with a dining room set given to my parents by my Grandma Fannie and Grandpa Max. There was a chandelier in the dining room. The family room area also had bookshelves that came from my dad’s failed laboratory. I took a library course in Junior High and put all the books in order and even set up library cards for all those books!
My parents had purchased a piano for us in Canoga Park and it was placed in the living room by the window. We all took piano lessons and practiced on that pretty Kimball spinet. There was a couch in that room and my dad’s favorite mid-century blue chair. There was a telescope by the window where we could view all of Los Angeles and the Pacific Ocean up close.
In those days, families didn’t always use their living rooms, but our family did. It was where we watched TV. I recall watching Saturday morning cartoons in that room.
There was a tether ball court in the backyard and a deck and grass. I missed our pool. I think my dad considered building a pool but never did. There might have been a danger of the house falling off the hill if the backyard had been dug into.
There was a trail that went down the hill behind the house, but I only walked down there once I recall. There might have been a small basketball area there or something.
We lived in that house in Bel Air from the time I was eight years old until I was 15. As I remember that house, I recall really being unhappy. There were kids on the street to play with, but there were no sidewalks, so my parents didn’t let us leave the house. Most Saturdays, we waited for my parents to exit their bedroom which they only did for meals. Once Saturday morning cartoons ended, we were left on our own and completely bored. I would read the same books over and over again. I arranged the books our family owned into a library type system and even made a card catalog describing the books. (I worked in the school library in junior high school and learned how to do that.)
We stayed in the house for a bit after my father became the head of the department of pathology at City of Hope, but it seemed inevitable that we would need to move since it really was a long commute to Duarte where City of Hope was located.
I recall making the move to Arcadia when I was 15 years old and during the US National Figure Skating Championships in Long Beach. That would have to have been January of 1972. I don’t think I cared about leaving that house. I had no friends in the area and the house had become quite worn down.
Arcadia, California (1972 –1975)
JO ANN smiles while sitting on her car at the Arcadia house 1974 |
Our new address as of January of 1972 was 1055 West Foothill Blvd, Arcadia, California. The house was on a gigantic piece of property with shaded trees off of a service road that went alongside Foothill Blvd. There was a huge circular driveway, a carport, and a three car garage. The house had been owned by a basketball player, so there was a basketball court in the back and a pool. There was some sort of covered deck in the back where we put a ping pong table.
This house was really like a dream since it had everything my parents wanted. Every room had its own entrance. When one entered the house there was an entry area, but doors closed off the entry to the living room (which became my brother’s room), the family room-dining area, the bedroom wing. To enter the kitchen, one had to enter through the bedroom wing or the family-dining room or from the outside back porch. Attached to the kitchen area was the maid’s room with a private entrance and bath and laundry room. I think the maid’s room was first given to my brother, but it eventually became my skating partner’s room since it had it’s own private entrance. By that time, my brother had moved to Colorado for skating.
My bedroom connected to a huge master bathroom which I shared with my parents. I would go through that bathroom a lot to wish them good morning!
My sister Lynnellen in her Arcadia house room |
My sister’s room was in front of the house and connected to a bathroom that also served as a guest bath that connected to the entrance of the house. I could have used that bathroom, but I preferred the one that was connected to my bedroom although I had to share it with my parents. During my sister’s rebellious high school years, I heard she would climb in the window in the front of the house that led to her bedroom when she was out late at night with friends.
Yellow shag carpet covered the family room-dining area that looked out on the backyard deck. I think the yellow shag covered a hardwood floor; it was common to cover hardwood floors with shag carpet in the 1970s.
It didn’t cross my mind how elaborate a house the Arcadia house was.
My skating partner Rich relaxing in my dad’s favorite mid-century modern chair (we still own that chair) |
Jo Ann sitting in front of the piano at the Arcadia house |
My sister Lynnellen cooking in the Arcadia kitchen |
Me in my dad’s favorite mid-century modern chair |
My skating partner Rich smiling in the Arcadia kitchen |
I never made any friends in Arcadia due to my intense skating schedule, but I did enjoy being able to walk to a shopping center that was really near the house.
I loved swimming and shooting baskets in the backyard. We enjoyed playing ping pong too. I remember Thanksgiving meals in the dining area, but mostly we ate in the kitchen nook.
There was so much room in the garage, but I recall it just being full of stuff that my parents never put away. I am not sure we parked the cars in the garage since there was so much room in the driveway for multiple cars.
When I learned to drive, California Driving School came to pick me up every Saturday. The instructor would park on the street rather in the huge driveway and that was quite a walk from the curb.
When I left Arcadia to attend Colorado College and skate at The Broadmoor, I remember my mom hugging me and crying as we left in my bright green Gremlin car that was parked in the front of the house.
Once I was able to drive, I remember driving on the Southern California freeways. We would go from the Arcadia house to West Covina on the 210 freeway, or to Paramount on the 605 freeway. We’d drive through Pasadena to get to the rink in Burbank.
I spent hours in my room studying I recall, but I did go into the family room to watch TV.
As I write about that Arcadia house, I miss it, but we were never really planted in Arcadia. My parents sold the house for $95,000 when I was 19 years old after my dad became the department chair at the Chicago Medical School.
Broadmoor Villa - Colorado Springs, Colorado (1974-75)
When I went off to Colorado to skate, I first lived with a family in the upper Skyway area of Colorado Springs, but I moved before my freshman year of Colorado College began to a little furnished studio apartment (studio apartments were called efficiency apartments in the 1970s) that cost only $135 a month at 25 E. Sommerlyn Road at the Broadmoor Villa Appartments. It was the same apartment complex my skating partner and other male skaters lived in, but they shared a two bedroom, two bath apartment.
My little studio-efficiency was on the second floor. Parking was outside and the entry was outside like a motel. I had to go down the stairs and walk across a parking lot to the laundry. Further away across the parking lot, was a pool.
My lifelong friend Paul Steiner smiles with my dog Sunny inside my Broadmoor Villa Apartment |
My dad visiting me at the Broadmoor Villa Apartment |
The studio came furnished with a sleeper sofa and coffee table, a dining table and chairs, a bar that looked into the kitchen, a closet, kitchen, and bathroom. I loved the place and kept it as “neat as a pin.” My parents bought me a little black and white TV and I had a clock radio. We put my desk and chair and metal bookcase next to the window. (I must have brought that out from California or my dad bought me the desk in Colorado.)
My dad and I lying on the closed up closed sleeper sofa at my Broadmoor Villa apartment |
My mom drinks coffee at my Broadmoor Villa Apartment |
Me and my dog Sunny sitting on the cot at my Broadmoor Villa Apartment |
Thanksgiving 1974 at my Broadmoor Villa Apartment |
These were the days before internet or cable TV and I was quite lonely at that little apartment. I ended up buying my Pomeranian dog Sunny for $50 when I was living at that apartment since I was so lonely. Sunny would sleep right next to me on the double bed that was in the sleeper sofa.
Sunny and JO ANN |
I hated having to take my laundry outside and down the snow covered steps on freezing Colorado days. (I always did my laundry on Sundays since it was the only day I didn’t skate.)
When my parents visited, they would sleep on the sleeper sofa, and I slept on a cot and in a sleeping bag. That sleeping bag was something I used when I was too lazy to pull out the sleeper sofa and then I would sleep on the couch.
I did wish for an apartment with a bedroom though since it was a pain opening up that sleeper sofa every night and putting it away every morning.
When my dad visited sometime after I just turned 19, he saw an ad in the local newspaper for an auction of condos in the lower Skyway area called Skyway Condominiums at 935 Saturn Drive and decided he wanted to purchase one. For me, that was a dream come true! Imagine, two bedrooms!
My dad asked me to pick out condos to bid on before the auction. I picked out the ones that included being close to the laundry rooms!
The Condo - Colorado Springs (1975–1977)
My sister Lynnellen smiles with my mom in front of the green fireplace at “The Condo” |
When my parents sold their Arcadia house, it was coordinated with the purchase of ‘The Condo” that was purchased at the auction in Colorado Springs for $18,000. My dad and I discussed what furniture we had in Arcadia that would work at our new condo, and the movers stopped in Colorado on their way to Illinois with what was to go inside the new two bedroom condo.
My dad looks at my photo album in the condo’s extra bedroom. - notice the yellow shelves I painted! |
It was 1975, the years when green shag carpet, green fire places, green walls, green appliances, and green walls were the norm. The entire condo, even the bathrooms, were carpeted with green shag carpet. The condo is on the second floor of Skyway Condominiums. It is a two floor condo; two bedrooms and a full bath are on the third floor that is across the hall from the laundry room and downstairs is the living room, kitchen, small balcony off the living room, dining area next to the kitchen, a bar, and a powder room. The condo has two entrances: it can be entered on either the second or third floors.
Holding my dog Sunny in the condo extra bedroom |
My skating partner Rich reads and sits at counter of condo near the kitchen |
Leading out of the condo, down the hall, is a center staircase on the second floor that leads down to a beautiful year round indoor pool surrounded by glass. The pool was what really made me want my dad to buy one of those condos. It was just so beautiful and had a hot tub. That was one of the first hot tubs I ever went in in fact.
My Grandma Fannie visited in 1976 and enjoyed swimming at the condo with me |
When I first moved into the condo, all the new owners who bought their condos at the auction would sit in the hot tub and discuss their new purchases. My dad made a limit of not spending over $20,000, so that is the reason we ended up with a condo that faced the east and did not look at the mountains. There was a guy who got his lower level condo on the east side for only $10,000! He tried to sell his condo and even had flashing lights in his windows advertising the sale! The first floor condos had the bedrooms in the basement.
Although I was younger than most of the owners, I sure enjoyed meeting them. Charlie Bickley, who eventually became the Colorado Springs mayor, owned the best three-bedroom unit near the front of the building. He and his wife welcomed my visits. Their unit had two full sized bathrooms and was on only one floor. There was another couple that fell in love while living next door to one another. They covered their walls with foil like wallpaper and full length mirrors and had plans to join their two units together.
I lived in the condo alone at first and like my little studio apartment at Broadmoor Villa, I kept it “as neat as a pin.” We furnished The Condo with a corner group sleeper type twin sofas in the living room, our Formica kitchen table set (green of course) that had been in Arcadia and had briefly been in an apartment my family rented in Denver. (Oops…I have forgotten to write about the one bedroom basement apartment that was across the street from the Colorado Ice Arena…I will do that next.)
Me and my mom and our two Pomeranian dogs at the condo 1976 (I think) |
The bedrooms were furnished with my childhood twin beds (I bought matching pink comforters for those beds) in the larger bedroom and my family’s sleeper sofa that had been in Arcadia. The desk from my sister’s room in Arcadia was in my room and was used as a dressing table. My desk that was in my little studio apartment was put in the other bedroom that was set up as a study. In the living room we also had a huge chair (that I had recovered) and a little green ottoman and a coffee table my dad refinished. We also recovered three white bar stools from my dad’s lab with yellow vinyl and put them by the bar. To match all the green decor, was a green wall phone next to the bar. The lamp shades were green and yellow.
Eventually, my brother came to live in the Springs to skate and moved in the room with the sleeper sofa. I don’t recall him ever putting the bed away. It was hard for me to share my “neat as a pin” condo with him at first. My sister moved in briefly, and slept on the corner group downstairs. She smoked and burned a small hole in the corner group, so for years we turned that bed around to hide the burn in the upholstery.
This was the days of weird wallpaper. I had the kitchen and bathrooms papered with foil wallpaper that included bright green and pink colors!
We also bought an aquarium and enjoyed watching different fish swim in it. The aquarium was kept in the dinette area. I tried to grow some indoor plants in the condo and even succeeded in growing an avocado plant from an avocado pit. When I was away, my brother didn’t water my avocado plant, so it died.
I also took care of our family’s Pomeranian dog Nicky at the condo in addition to my beloved Pomeranian Sunny. Billy wanted a cat, so we had a couple indoor declawed cats living at the condo too.
Now let me side track to the little Denver apartment my family had in the early 1970s…
This is not the exact apartment building where we rented a basement apartment in 1971, but it looked a lot like this from the outside |
Denver in the early 1970s |
My brother Billy was training under Carlo Fassi in Denver at the Colorado Ice Arena, so my dad found a little basement one bedroom apartment across the street from the rink’s parking lot. He decided to buy new furniture for it in Denver. That is where the corner group sofa came from, green and yellow lamps, a green and white Formica table and green and white chairs, green and yellow dressers and green and yellow plastic end tables came from. When our entire family slept in that apartment, my brother slept on a cot in the kitchen, my parents of course slept in the bedroom on a double bed they purchased for that apartment, and my sister and I slept on the twin corner groups beds. It was quite a crowded situation, but it worked. I don’t think my family kept that apartment for more than a year or so, so the furniture was shipped to Arcadia eventually.
I remember the apartment was walking distance to a Target and I thought it was so nice that we could walk to Target and shop.
The Colorado Springs Condo was furnished with much of the furniture from that apartment.
I lived in the Colorado Springs condo until my senior year of college when I wanted so much to live on the Colorado College campus for my senior year.
Ticknor Hall - The Colorado College (1977-78)
I had the cutest single dorm room during my senior year at Colorado College in an over one-hundred year old building called Ticknor Hall. It was on the first floor and had a window seat and was right next to the pay phone and the coke machine. I had to go around the corner and up a few stairs to use the dorm bathroom and showers.
The loneliness I felt during my first three college years ended during that time I lived in the dorms since I made many friends on campus. Friends came to visit me all the time in that little room. I kept a little fridge in the room full of diet cokes. I set up my bed like a little couch and was so, so happy. It was fun not to have to drive to campus and be able to eat at the dining hall.
My childhood friend Marion stayed with me in that little dorm room in January of 1978. That month together was the beginning of a lifelong friendship. She slept on the same cot I had slept on when my parents visited me at the Broadmoor Villa studio apartment. My parents took care of my dog in Illinois when I decided to live in the dorms.
I think my time living in that little dorm room might have been one of the happiest years in my life.
Francis De Paaw International House - Hollywood (Summer of 1978)
This is not my actual dorm room in Hollywood, but it was pretty basic and looked like this I recall |
After I graduated from college, I lived in Hollywood for most of the summer of 1978. I first stayed with some college friends and with some other friends in Los Angeles, but finally found a room in a dorm in Hollywood off of Sunset Boulevard called Francis De Paaw International House. I expected that dorm to be similar to the dorm at Colorado College, but the Hollywood dorm in a way more dangerous place. I used to leave my dorm room door at Colorado College wide open all the time when I used the restroom to let friends know I was home, but when I did that in the Hollywood dorm, I was told I would have my belongings stolen and to lock my door even when I used the bathroom. I tried to make friends there, but I was very lonely in Hollywood and only stayed six to seven weeks. The room really was a typical dorm room on the second floor with a single bed and a long hall where I went to use the bathroom and shower. My rent included breakfast and dinner in a dining hall that was part of the dorm complex.
I was very happy to pack up my car and move into my grandmother’s house in Belmont Shore in Long Beach at the end of that summer!
My Parents’ House in Illinois (1976–2016)
I was 19 years old when my dad took a new job as the head of the department of pathology at the Chicago Medical School. The school was actually not in Chicago, but in a north shore suburb called North Chicago. Most of the faculty lived in a suburb called Highland Park or lived in Lake Forest, but my parents ended up purchasing a house in a place called Lake Bluff, north of Lake Forest. They lived at 300 Park Lane, Lake Bluff, Illinois 60044, on the corner of Park Lane and Green Bay Road. That was only about a five minute drive to the medical school.
They picked out the house with the idea that their three children might live there. Actually, that never happened at once, but we all did stay in the house at different times.
This house had the most traditional lay out of all the houses my parents owned: The upstairs of the house was solely made of bedrooms. There was the master bedroom suite of course, a hallway with some storage space, and three very large bedrooms and a nice sized bathroom with two sinks and a separate area with a bath-shower combo and toilet.
The house had a lot of dark wood paneling and wall paper which was common in the 1970s.
The downstairs was fairly traditional: There was an entryway, with a living room to the left, a laundry room to the side of the entry that led to the two car garage, a family room that was connected to a kitchen nook and kitchen, and a dining area that connected from the kitchen to the living room. There was a powder room right next to the entryway at the front of the house. Windows were everywhere and there was no fencing which was typical of houses in the Midwest.
There was an unfinished basement with steps down from the kitchen. My parents made the mistake of telling the movers to put miscellaneous things in the basement which caused a nightmare when we unpacked. Every box had to be carried up a very scary set of stairs.
There was a huge desk left in the basement that we never used since it was too heavy and big to bring upstairs.
I think my dad may have had an idea of eventually finishing the basement, but that was never done. It flooded during their 40 years there and so some treasured items were destroyed.
There were hardwood floors upstairs, but much of the hardwood floors that were in the rest of the house were covered with wall to wall carpeting (again common for the 1970s). There was a lot of wood paneling too.
There were shutter like doors that separated the kitchen from the dining area.
Smiling in front of the furniture I painted and refinished in my room at the Lake Bluff, Illinois house |
Smiling with our dog Heidi in the Lake Bluff house’s kitchen nook |
My sister Lynnellen made a snowman in front of the Illinois house |
When we moved in, the house was completely move in ready. I spent a great deal of time when my parents first moved in in December of 1976, refinishing and painting furniture for my room. I painted my childhood dresser with a stain that made it look like wood. I painted the white bookshelves that had been in my room as a child bright red. My brother never really lived there, but I think my sister did. Her room was filled eventually with ceramics she made at the College of Lake County. My parents put the funny green and yellow 1970s dresser and bedroom accessories in their bedroom suite.
Sadly, due to financial problems, my dad decided to rent the house out during the 1977-1978 school year. We moved into this huge mansion that was on the grounds of the nearby VA hospital where my mom worked full time and my dad worked part time (the medical school used the VA as a teaching hospital).
I believe it was the summer of 1977 when we made that temporary move.
(I am not sure when they moved back to their house at 300 Park Lane, but my parents owned that house in Lake Bluff for about 40 years. My very close friend June and her husband Bill, packed up and discarded many of the old things after the house was sold. I am forever grateful for all their hard work! What was kept was moved to Colorado.)
Two Apartments in an Old Mansion - North Chicago, Illinois (1977–1979?)
My dad got someone to connect two apartments in an old over 100 year old gigantic mansion called Dewey House on the grounds of the VA hospital. (It is apparently considered on the list of historical places..I didn’t know that!) One of the apartments must have been a three bedroom apartment and the other one was a two-bedroom apartment, so we ended up with five bedrooms total. I guess there were two kitchens, but I think we only used one of them. The two apartments were on the first floor of the mansion that had been divided into apartments for people who worked at the V.A.
Because there were two apartments, the place was huge. I recall we used one area in the larger apartment as a dining area and living room. The area that would have been a door to separate apartments ended up serving as a private entry area and connected both apartments. My dad had it closed off. I think we entered from the outside but I am not sure.
I really don’t remember much about the bedrooms and how many bathrooms we had. I do recall that staying there felt primitive since the apartments were old. Maybe we used the second kitchen as a laundry room? I doubt there was a dishwasher.
I am pretty sure we moved all the furniture in my parents Lake Bluff house to the two apartments in the mansion.
I would sometimes wander into the large attic in the building. I think there may have been tennis courts nearby since I recall playing tennis with my mom on those courts. I would also sometimes walk around the VA and explore. I’d see the mental patients walk through the V.A. halls in groups.
I don’t recall parking in a covered garage, so we must have parked in an outdoor lot next to the building. Nearby were some beautiful townhomes that I believe my dad wished they could move into, but they were all occupied.
I am guessing my parents lived there on the VA grounds for about two years, but it could have been longer. When they moved back into their own home at 300 Park Lane, the renters had caused a lot of damage that was not repaired for a long time.
Belmont Shore, California (1978-79)
I was totally exhausted when I moved from Hollywood at the end of the summer of 1978 into Grandma Fannie’s house in the Belmont Shore area of Long Beach, but I was also relieved. Belmont Shore is a very nice area near the beach in Long Beach.
It was just a week or two before Labor Day that I officially moved in. Instead of taking one of the bedrooms upstairs for myself, I moved into Grandma’s room into the other twin bed in her room. Grandma had not been a widow for long and I must have slept in the bed that had been my grandfather’s. (In the old days, married couples slept in separate beds.)
My Grandma Fannie holding me at 232 Granada Avenue, in Belmont Shore - my grandfather bought the house in the 1940s I think |
My grandparents’ house, located at 232 Granada Avenue, Long Beach, was a big house built in the 1930s I think. It has a kitchen and nook downstairs, a large living room, a dining room and den and a powder room downstairs. The garage was detached and could be entered through the alley. Upstairs originally were only two bedrooms and a huge bath, but my grandfather had added a third bathroom and two more bedrooms upstairs on the roof. Those two added bedrooms were cold in the winter and hot in the summer, so I had no desire to sleep in one of those rooms. The other bedroom belonged to my Uncle Bobby and was filled with magazines, books, and was off-limits. The room that didn’t have a bed was furnished perfectly like a sitting room, so sleeping there was not an option. I kept my things in the added bedroom that had a bed.
Lynnellen, Billy, and Jo Ann Schneider smiling in front of our grandparents’ house - April, 1962 |
The backyard had a fig tree and my grandma gave me figs to eat off of that tree.
Grandma Fannie was only in her mid-seventies then and was fairly active. She loves my company. After she dressed in the morning, she would go downstairs and not go upstairs again until she went to bed. She never watched television until after dinner, but sat in the living room at the corner of the beautiful couch in that room most of the day reading or knitting. The living room was furnished with antiques.
I was so proud to live there and invited friends there all the time. My husband to be Dan spent a lot of time there and ate meals with me and Grandma in the dining room that was between the kitchen and entry to the living room area.
I lived in that wonderful Belmont Shore house until the day I got married which was April 7, 1979.
The Atherton House - Long Beach, California (1979 - 1982)
Jo Ann and Dan at the Atherton House 1980 |
When Dan and I were engaged, we obtained two apartments. The first one was down the street from Grandma’s house on The Toledo and then we got a brand new type apartment in a huge complex in Downey. I can’t really count either apartments as homes, since I never lived in the apartment on The Toledo (Dan stayed there) and only stayed in the apartment in Downey for the first three weeks of our marriage. I don’t think we ever cooked in that Downey apartment, but we did sleep there and the apartment was very beautiful I recall. It had a cute standing fireplace that turned on with a switch and was a spacious two bedroom for a young couple.
We moved because I got laid off from my job right after we returned from our honeymoon and to save money, sharing a house sounded fun and appealing.
Jo Ann and Dan at the Atherton House |
Rather than write a lot about the house on Atherton Street on this blog, I will just link to the story of the Atherton House below.
A gathering of our friends at our 14th Street Apartment in 1982 |
“The Condo” in 2020 |
Jo Ann and Rebekah in front of our Canwood furniture Armoire (I was pregnant with Annabelle) |
Little Joel enjoying the blue carpet and steps at the new The Blue House |
Little Baby Annabelle at the top of the Blue House stairs …notice the blue carpet into the finished basement |
Smiling in The Blue House’s Kitchen - Joe, Rebekah, and Jo Ann 1997 |
Nordic skiing in front of The Blue House |
Three of our family’s PT Cruiser parked in front of The Blue House |
A LOT of snow in front of The Blue House! |
Dan, Rebekah, and Grandpa sitting on the porch swing in front of the Blue House |
Annabelle and Dan smiling in the Blue House’s kitchen |
This is our “newer” white picket fence! Notice the beautiful arch/pergola and walkway to the front door! It is now covered with roses and greenery. |
The elaborate dining room at the Larkspur house |
My parents at the Larkspur House patio |
A family photo in the Larkspur house entry area |
Joel, Annabelle, and Rebekah were so proud of this snowman they made on the Larkspur property! |
A precious memory of my kids Rebekah, Joel, Annabelle playing on the beach across from the Portofino |
My son Joel’s wonderful Sun Valley studio condo! |
Adam Pennington and my dad and I after we’d completed my son Joel’s condo in Sun Valley - March 2, 2020 |
House: Some Instructions
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