SITTING THERE, MAKING MONEY

little house
I drove by a plot of land the other day on a busy commercial street in Oklahoma City.  My heart sort of tanked with a memory from over sixty years ago.  Five acres with a small frame house. At one time it was my dream.  Sammy and I went out to look at the land but we knew there was no way we could buy it, so we didn’t bother to go in the house.  Five acres with small house for five thousand dollars.  He was in school during the day and worked the night shift at American Iron and Steel—a pretty good job for those days.  I remember when he got a five percent raise.  How does that sound?  We were glad about it.  His wage went from seventy-five to seventy-eight cents an hour.  I worked full time.  I’m not sure but I think I was working for the state and making about $158 dollars a month.  That’s probably right; that would be about a dollar per hour.  So we had pretty good jobs, but five thousand for a plot of land was an impossible dream.

The land with the house still looks about the same.  It is still undeveloped and there is no sale sign on it.  I wonder who purchased it and why they are holding it.  Curious I looked up the prices for undeveloped commercial land within a mile of that area.  I found three ads:  .56acre, $72,000; 1.25 acre, $99,000; 10 acres, $750,000.  Seventy-five thousand an acre for five acres would make that plot worth $375,000 now.

Is the tanking of my heart caused by regret?  I don’t know.  I’ll not  pine over it, but I will say “I’m no Donald Trump!”

(Lesson Three, Writing101, Single word prompt—Regret)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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5 Responses to SITTING THERE, MAKING MONEY

  1. I’m in awe thinking how the value of that plot and the value of money has changed over the years!

  2. oneta hayes says:

    Just sitting there taking in God’s water growing grass. Only negative is that someone’s paying a hunk in taxes. Capital gains will take a big chunk but I guess still good even for the gov!

  3. Wow! It’s really sitting there and growing in value.

  4. Anand says:

    The story never changes…the countries and the people do. Somethings are just meant to be dreams – and that is why they tug at our hearts so much.

  5. took my parents about 6 more yrs. to be able to do that – 6 hard years

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