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When I first bought the place, it was a wreck. There
were holes in every wall, not much of a kitchen, no doors, ceiling ready to cave in, poor plumbing, and the chimney had to
be reconstructed, but the house had a good foundation, lots of character, and endless potential.
Most of my friends
advised me against purchasing the house, but my mother and best friend, Lance Faber, said, “Go for it!” I bought the house
and the demolition began. With limited financing, I had every friend and relative helping out. Lance and I worked around
the clock trying to get the house ready to rent. We did most of the work ourselves. The more we did, the more we found needed
to be done, hence the name, Dunmore Hideaway, because we did a lot more than we had ever imagined.
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