Generations 03/01/2010
I met a man in Waterbury last week at an old warehouse that has been in his family for three generations. His grandfather had built it with his own bare hands but it was now vacant and time for him to downsize. It was dark inside. The floors were dirt and the only heat was whatever was still clinging to me from my car ride. He pointed out where the old coal and wood stoves had once poured warm air throughout the structure. He also pointed out the 1914 that Grandpa had scetched into an area of the rock wall almost 100 years ago. The warehouse had many long storage bins upstairs. Grandpa was Swedish and he saw the need for providing a place for other Swedes to store their belongings until after they'd made enough money to return back home for a while. I snapped picture after picture of the thick beams and sturdy walls. The conversation soon turned to his father. Dad took over the trucking business from Grandpa and had just passed away about a year ago just before reaching the age of 90. The gentleman spoke of his father's personality and how he was loved by everyone that dealt with him. He told me of the last time he'd taken his father home. It was the night that he had passed away. I saw a tear well-up in his eye and told him that his father must have been proud to know that his son was carrying-on with his same friendly, easy-going personality. Another tear. We walked around the old building some more and I listened to more stories. I closed my eyes at one point to try and imagine what a few moments would have felt like back then. We probably could have stayed there talking for another hour. The snow was picking up again and we both had places to go. We said our goodbyes and planned to get together the following week to talk more about the value of his property. Regardless of the price tag that it may, or may not demand... the value of that afternoon will stay with me for quite some time. I'm a... real estate agent? 02/12/2010
I'm not quite sure how I even got here. I never intended to become a Realtor. I don't think of myself as a salesperson in the truest sense of the word. I'm not looking to sell you anything. Instead, I like to think that I am bringing a person or a group of people together with the property that fits them the best. I came to Lake Garda in Unionville more than twelve years ago. My wife and I have raised five children here. Four of them have been launched into the world beyond the winding roads of the Lake Garda community. One child remains. He will fondly be referred to as "the boy" in future blog entries. I truly like it here in Unionville. When I'm not fitting people into homes, I enjoy bicycling and watching the boy fish. I've coached Little League Baseball and have been on the Farmington Valley MudHogs Youth Football and Cheerleading board for more than a decade. In writing this blog, I hope to share some of my experiences as a real estate agent as well as anything else that I think might be of interest to you. I hope that you'll check back often and comment on what I've written. Feel free to ask questions or offer feedback. And please don't hesitate to contact me if you are looking to buy or sell a home. I can also help you in finding a rental as well as listing any type of property for you. I am licensed in both CT and MA and have access to everything that's available in both states. Until next time... USA... USA... USA! First Post! 02/10/2010
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