What we seem to have completely forgotten, however, is that in the immediate post-war years a tiny suburban house with its own little parcel of green lawn, some scrawny rose bushes, and two gangly saplings in the front yard was a dream come true for Depression-dazed, war-weary American families. A small convoy of surplus army trucks rumbles through the rising morning mist over newly paved streets on what was formerly a potato farm.Every 60 feet they stop briefly in front of a just-cured 800 square foot slab of concrete and drop identical bundles of lumber, pipes, siding, bricks, shingles, tile and wiring. The bundles contain a foolproof house-building kit with everything needed to finish one house.
A staircase led up to the unfinished attic that could be turned into more bedrooms as the family grew.10 Jumbo sized bone-in wings tossed with your choice sauce or plain and a choice of Ranch or Blue Cheese.Buffalo, Korean BBQ, Carolina Reaper, Sweet Chili, Honey BBQ, Plain, Old Bay or Garlic Parm. All had underfloor radiant heat, fireplaces, and a large picture window.Windows were glazed with Thermopane dual-glass units — 30 years before anyone else.