My name is Tammy Rensink. I’m forty-six years old. I’ve been a rural mail carrier for the post office in Sheldon, Iowa, for nineteen years.
And I need to tell you about this house. Or none of the rest of this will make any sense.
It sits on a gravel road four miles out of town, in the northwest corner of Iowa, where the land is so flat you can watch your mail truck coming for ten minutes before it gets to you. A white two-story farmhouse. A porch all the way across the front. A windbreak of cedar trees on the north side, planted thick to stop the snow.
My great-grandfather Kirchner built it in 1912. With four bedrooms upstairs, because he expected to fill them.
My dad grew up in that house. So did I. So did Jeff.
In 2005, my folks sold the dairy cows. They rented the farm ground out to the neighbor. And they bought a little ranch house in town. One floor. A walk-in shower. No stairs.
Dad’s knees were done. Forty years of climbing into tractor cabs will do that. And Mom was tired of hauling groceries four miles on gravel every week.
The farmhouse sat empty that whole winter.
Then in 2006, I married Dale. And Dad sat the two of us down at this same kitchen table. The old oak one Great-Grandma Kirchner bought from the Sears catalog.
“Your mother and I want to sell you the house,” Dad said. “For a dollar. We want you close.”
I laughed. I thought he was joking.
He wasn’t.
Dad split the house and two acres off the farm. The surveyor came out with his orange flags. Their accountant in town filed the gift tax paperwork, because a house worth a lot more than a dollar going for a dollar counts as a gift in the government’s eyes. Nobody owed a single cent of tax. It was just paperwork.
At the closing, at the lawyer’s office on Third Avenue, I took a dollar bill out of my wallet and handed it across the table to my father.
He folded it in half. He put it in his shirt pocket. And he patted it.
“Paid in full,” he said.
Everybody laughed. Mom cried a little bit.
I was twenty-six years old.
What my parents sold me that day was a hundred-year-old house that needed absolutely everything.
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