Well, You ASKED...

Kath, in comments to the post below:

And besides all the gorgeous people in these pictures -- I'm checking out the house! Love the windows and the hardwood floors, which must be real, based on the date of the pictures. Any more pictures of the house?

Well, yes.  Yes there ARE.  Buckle up, Bay-bee... you might be sorry you asked.  Here's 351 West Oakridge, Ferndale, Michigan.

A couple o' views of the exterior:

The outside didn't change much over the years but the interiors did.  Case in point, two Christmases Chez Pennington:

1989 or thereabouts, it might have been 1990

Christmas '92, with granddaughter Anastasia in the pic

More of the living room...

Right around the time we moved in; note the shabby old furniture... some of which had been with us for years.  And years.

Updated, somewhat later

Two shots of the dining room...

Both dining room pics were taken around the same time.

The kitchen

The study

The master bedroom, which was small.  ALL the rooms were small, actually.

The house was built in the mid-1920s and had the original hardwood flooring along with lath and plaster walls.  It also had the original 1920s wiring and plumbing when we bought the place.  We kept the squeaky floors but upgraded the plumbing and wiring as a matter of necessity.  I don't know HOW the previous owners lived with 1920s electric service or the trickle that came out of the faucets.  Those two items were Jobs One and Two on our list but the house remained a work in progress for its entire life... or at least while we lived there, which was about ten years or so.  Just about the time we got things "right" I took another job (an internal transfer with EDS) and we moved to Rochester in Beautiful Western New Yawk.

I loved that house even though it was small at 1100 square feet.  Of all the places I owned throughout the years this is the house I wish I could have back.  Joe Louis Arena is just a hop, skip, and a jump down Woodward Ave, yanno?  Hell, I could even handle the winter.  I think.

Added:  The proprietors:

Which is where we spent most summer evenings, beer in hand.