I grew up in the first house my parents owned, an 1880's brick Victorian semi-mansion that was built by a rich Haitian artist in Bozeman, Montana of all places. She planned to have many family members live with her, so every room on the ground floor had a door to the outside. It's now on the National Register of Historic Places.
The house my wife and I own in now was built in 1910 in a small town several miles north of here that was flooded when a new reservoir filled. Our house (fairly sizeable for the time) was moved into the "big" town nearby (present population 2000), and in the process lost one of the upstairs rooms, but it got a relatively modern basement.
