
The gentleman at the tag agency ended up being a resident of the house you see in this photo on the left – he would have been our neighbor to the south. He said he still gets mail for our former neighbors, and they’ve been gone over 20 years. See you here tomorrow – Red Dirt Kelly
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The setting was a cold February, 1986.
My husband and I had been married about six months when the bottom of the oil bust hit Oklahoma. Thousands of homes in Edmond were being vacated after the interest rates within a group of “negative amortization” loans began to skyrocket as the oil jobs started drying up.
For newlyweds living in a tiny apartment like us with adequate income, the housing market was a real opportunity. We purchased our first home from builders who had been paying interest on it for over a year. They were desperate and we felt lucky. We closed on the deal very quickly. Continue reading Live Oak Equals Our Living Marriage