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Leaving your house in good hands

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April 27th, 2010
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The year was 1961. John F. Kennedy was president, Ozzie and Harriet and Leave It to Beaver were prime-time programs, and disc jockeys were playing new cuts from Elvis Presley and the Shirelles. Cedar Crest, a 130-acre Erickson-developed community in Pompton Plains, N.J. Despite much talk of a tough real estate market, she had no trouble at all. Things happened so quickly after the house went up for sale, says Hill. Right away, I probably received business cards from ten Realtors, and it wasn t more than a week until I had a buyer.

Next generation comes knocking

Like Hill 50 years before, Chris and Deanne s search for their first house was seemingly endless. In fact, they had been looking for over a year in different towns around northern New Jersey until they stumbled upon Hill s home ironically, less than a mile from where Chris grew up in Paramus. We were looking all around northern New Jersey, but I grew up in Paramus, I had a great childhood here, and that s what ultimately led us to Veronica s house, says Chris, a 34-year-old Wall Street stock trader. Of all the starter homes that we saw, hers was certainly in the nicest shape. It just felt like home. Chris attributes some of this feeling to the fact that Hill was there the first time he and his wife visited the house. Immediately, they took to one another. I liked them the moment we met, especially their little boy, says Hill. He walked right up to me, smiled, and said, Give me five! Chris and Deanne wasted no time in drawing up a contract in which they offered Hill her asking price. But before they signed, Hill received a higher offer. I thought to myself, Oh gosh, what do I do? she remembers. Finally, I decided, This was my home for 48 years, and I still love it. I want somebody to love it like I do and raise their family in it like I did, and those people were Chris and Deanne. At settlement, Hill and her buyers made an exchange of gifts to mark the occasion. Hill received a photograph of the house, and, in turn, Chris and Deanne became the new owners of the cowbell that Hill rang when she wanted her boys to come home for supper. I thought the cowbell was a really touching gift, Chris remarks. When Nicholas is old enough to run around the neighborhood, we ll be using it. Much has changed since Hill bought her house in 1961. The cars parked along the street are more compact, Elvis isn t on the radio as much, and the black and white flicker of Ozzie and Harriet have given way to racier sitcoms in high-definition. Still, one thing remains unchanged. The wood-shingled rancher off of Paramus Road is in the loving hands of a family just like Hill s.

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