Not many folks can say that parts of their history is in the windows. We can. The year my son was born, we put new windows in our bedroom. We had intended to do the whole house in the crank out style windows. Starting with the bedroom, and ending with the same bedroom. we soon changed our minds. It was a good thing since the gas leaked out between the panes and the windows are permanently foggy. The middle window is an original. It has been through many years on the back of the house, Cracked in a storm when a branch hit it. Was repaired with duct tape, and remains on the house as a way to get in if we forget our house keys. It is the only window on the house we can take off and crawl into. You will fall in on my sons bed. It will be a short crawl there to the kitchen. The most recent window was put in by a brother in law during a hair brain scheme of mine to actually try to fix this place up. It looks great. It just doesn't match. The city we live in doesn't like this look. yes surprised me too. I call it white trash suburban. What more can I say.
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