Paris, Idaho
Mugsy and I arrived in Paris about four months before Jerry. Jeri Crawford had helped us find a home to rent and given us a chair to take the edge off the starkness of the empty house. Lily was born, I started school (taught some American history and world civilization this time around!), and Mugsy explored the territory. I lived in Paris for about 18 months. I remember taking many long walks the next spring up in the canyon and all over trying to train for a two-week trek in the Alps. My zeal resulted in plantar fasciitis which lasted almost exactly a year in spite of all my attempts to relieve it. Hated it.
Jerry and our stuff had arrived right before Christmas. We camped here for what seemed like an eternity. We had to feed an old woodstove in the basement which wasn't all that efficient. Mostly we used space heaters. Jerry was working remotely, and I was teaching for one year at the high school until I got RIF-ed (Reduction in Force). I freefell for a few months--interviewing for jobs in Star Valley, Wyoming, and then Laketown, Utah, before being offered a position at the middle school.
I spent two weeks in the summer hiking in the Swiss and Austrian Alps (along with a glorious run down to Italy) along with my then niece-in-law JaeLynn, good friend Lana, and her wonderful sister Corinne. We stayed in some hostels and hiked and hiked. It a trip we will have a hard time ever duplicating.
At one point we discovered an old mansard style house in Paris. The door was always open, so we spent some time wandering around inside and visioning. We got to the point where we became serious, so Jerry's dad Don came out to give it the once over. He thought it had good bones, and the one half acre lot was appealing. We made an appointment with the realtor to put in a bid. After TEN years on the internet SOMEBODY HAD PUT AN OFFER IN ON IT THAT EXACT SAME DAY! That blew us away!!!!!! What are the chances??
We continued out search, found and bought this house and eight acres on Bench Road for $150,000, and after some renovations, our Paris days ended. We have spent money remodeling and fixing it up. We simply love the house. I want to stay here until I die. It is a tremendous amount of work, but if we weren't here, where else would we be? What else would we be doing?
(below the Eiger in Switzerland)
(Mr. Munk died that first winter. Blizzard.
98 years young)
Jerry and our stuff had arrived right before Christmas. We camped here for what seemed like an eternity. We had to feed an old woodstove in the basement which wasn't all that efficient. Mostly we used space heaters. Jerry was working remotely, and I was teaching for one year at the high school until I got RIF-ed (Reduction in Force). I freefell for a few months--interviewing for jobs in Star Valley, Wyoming, and then Laketown, Utah, before being offered a position at the middle school.
I spent two weeks in the summer hiking in the Swiss and Austrian Alps (along with a glorious run down to Italy) along with my then niece-in-law JaeLynn, good friend Lana, and her wonderful sister Corinne. We stayed in some hostels and hiked and hiked. It a trip we will have a hard time ever duplicating.
At one point we discovered an old mansard style house in Paris. The door was always open, so we spent some time wandering around inside and visioning. We got to the point where we became serious, so Jerry's dad Don came out to give it the once over. He thought it had good bones, and the one half acre lot was appealing. We made an appointment with the realtor to put in a bid. After TEN years on the internet SOMEBODY HAD PUT AN OFFER IN ON IT THAT EXACT SAME DAY! That blew us away!!!!!! What are the chances??
We continued out search, found and bought this house and eight acres on Bench Road for $150,000, and after some renovations, our Paris days ended. We have spent money remodeling and fixing it up. We simply love the house. I want to stay here until I die. It is a tremendous amount of work, but if we weren't here, where else would we be? What else would we be doing?
(below the Eiger in Switzerland)
(Mr. Munk died that first winter. Blizzard.
98 years young)
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