This larger bldg was originally a Bar & Grill. My parents converted it to a home in the early 1960s. There is no mention of the second bldg or images of it. The people who originally bought it must have divided it into separate lots. The bldg behind it and out of sight due to the trees was a two bedroom w/bath and with a kitchen/dining/living area. Small and cramped. It's cinder-block on a slab. My mother rented it out a few times but the people would trash it. So finally she boarded it up and let it sit. With my father gone she lost interest in going there. It is in an isolated spot. She would have to wait for my brother and his wife to take her and it wasn't working out. She supposedly treated them like children, wanting them home in time for supper, and home when SHE went to bed - things like that so finally they refused to go there with her. But I wasn't living in NYC when all this was going on so don't know what the truth is. My mother wasn't easy to get along with. She had what is now known as OCD and PTSD. God forbid you brought some sand in or left a few fingerprints somewhere.
Had she not had that stroke that left her confused before the hit and run accident, and had my brother spent more time watching what she was doing, she would never have sold that place to that RE agent who got it from her for a song. My brother married a woman who liked to travel and take lavish vacations. I know she saw my mother as a burden and started to resent her. She was someone standing in the way of their good times. Soon my brother saw her the same way. No one was there to make sure my mother didn't do something so stupid.
Yes, had she held on to it my brother and I would have made a nice income or sold it and invested the money.
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