My name is Suzanne Yeagley. I grew up in a town called Mountain Top, but I’m pretty sure it was in a valley.

I lived in the same house until I was 8.

My first home
Proudly built by Yeagley Homes, it was featured in Good Housekeeping magazine, Feb 1974.

From the time I was 8 until I was 18, we moved 7 times. My parents moved a few additional times while I was away at college, giving me their new address and telling me how to find it when I came home for a break.

All of this moving was within the same small town, where my dad ran a company that was one of the primary home builders. One of the houses they built for us had no carpet, no sheetrock on the walls, and no outlet covers, and we stored most of our furniture in the garage. Another house had an indoor pool with a diving board and we could throw parties all winter long. The quality of our house depended on the economy and its current effect on the housing industry.

One of my dad’s first automated ways of estimating how much a home would cost. Made on the TRS-80 computer.

I left Mountain Top long ago but I learned everything there, working for my father’s company, amidst the office workers, accountants, draftsmen, foremen, ditch diggers, carpenters, and electricians.

One of the things I learned was that that I like to get paid, and I have always been willing to work anywhere I could. Over the years I’ve worked at a variety of places, including a donut shop, opthamologist office, pizza place, ski lodge, marina store, the Circle K, a barbeque joint, a JCPenney call center, and a titanium plant, just to name a few. In most of these places I embarrassed myself (like at the titanium plant when I sent the French Navy to Taco Bell with unfortunate results), or I watched other people do embarrassing things (I had to bust a guy stealing “adult” magazines at the Circle K)…

Pizza place
Selling pizza in college with my friend Diego

Now I’m just a boring adult who wants to relive some of those more memorable times. And I love to hear other people’s ridiculous, painful, or otherwise unique stories too. Did I mention that in 7th grade a guy pulled down my pants in front of my classmates? This and many other horrific things have happened to me. But I don’t let them bring me down. I’m taking these experiences and the resulting neuroses and I’m stumbling on to victory!

Here are some other pictures from that issue of Good Housekeeping. I just find them fascinating…

The living room
My childhood family room. I would point to stones over the fireplace to act out the weather report.
The foyer
The foyer of my home.
A pad
One of the first pads where you didn’t have to wear a sumo belt!


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Use the goddamned zip code you dummies.