Don H. Staheli and Lloyd D. Newell

June 02, 2018 02:08 PM MDT
One of my clearest childhood memories is of going with my father to inspect a home he had leased to a family. I think I was around 9 or 10 years old. My parents had purchased the home to bring in a little extra money for their family of nine. The renters had moved out after living there for several years, and Dad and I were going to get the place ready for new renters. My dad was good at home repairs and maintenance, so he spent a lot of time taking care of the property. He sometimes brought me along to help.
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