The way we found the house in Crosby was totally by mistake. As we were driving around, we got lost (yes... I'm sure you are surprise by that) and kept on going through a pretty bleak area of town, Old Highway 90. It was trucks and bins and pipes. Not an area that you would expect to find any living accommodations.
When we finally arrived at the entrance of Newport, my mom knew this is where she wanted to lived. The entrance and the trees is what sold it.
Here is a satellite view of my parents' house. The house is the one in the middle, across the way from the cross street.
http://maps.google.com/maps?t=h&ie=UTF8&z=19&ll=29.93365,-95.088231&spn=0.001427,0.001829&om=1
It was such a mistake that we found Newport that when we tried to find it again to show my dad, we couldn't get there. Eventually, we made it.
In 1981, my parents bought a house. My mom still lives there today. What amazed me at the time, and still now thinking about it, is that a mortgage company would give a 51 year old man a 30 year mortgage. That's America!
I included the satellite map for the fun of it but also to show you the lay out of the neighborhood. You can actually zoom out and see what the area looks like. If you zoom out and look to the right of the screen, you will see Golf Club Drive. It's the long north-south street. As I mentioned in an earlier entry, my dad didn't have the greatest sense of direction on land.
On more than one occasion, he would drive down Golf Club Drive all the way til it dead ends and had absolutely no clue where he was. He had missed the turn down our street. It wasn't very complicated a drive, but Dad's mind was on a thousand other things, I'm sure including coming home to my mom and I, and he would absent-mindedly miss the turn.
Mom and Dad joked that if they had a choice going right or left, they would inevitably pick the opposite way that they needed to go. Murphy at its best!
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