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In the past few people have sent PMs asking about how we were able to live nude growing up. This story describes the home my sister and I grew up in. My wife lived in town, so we'll post one about her home soon.

My sister and I grew up as nudists from birth, and now both have our own nudist homes in the eastern part of San Diego, CA. But while we were growing up we initially lived in town and our nudity was limited to indoors and on the weekends, at Swallows or Samagatuma, the two local nudist camps.

During those early years mom and dad envisioned building a home in the country. It would be large enough to entertain friends, and private enough so everyone could be nude anywhere inside and out. So after a lot of searching they found a property that seemed to satisfy their requirements. And it was less than 5 miles from Swallows. They set out to design and build the perfect home for us. We were too young to appreciate the effort, but it took almost two years to build.

In the Spring of 1962 we moved into our custom built house. It was on a large lot up a hillside making most of the property not visible from the road. Being at the end of a dead end road there was no traffic. A large oak tree and boulders blocked the view up the wide driveway to the house. The nearest neighbor was across the street and downhill, 500 ft distant. The location made it possible to be nude anywhere inside and out on almost the entire property.

The house had a large split level back yard with a swimming pool, a large patio and a grass area on the upper portion. The rectangular pool was shallow, designed for game play. It also had a large deck area that we used for dancing or lounging. Between the pool and house was an oudoor shower. A door led to the combination pool bath and laundry room.

The lower yard had a great view of the valley below and the chairs on its grassy area became a favorite visiting spot for the adults.Indoors was large den that opened to the kitchen, dining area and formal living area, foyer and the front door. A hallway door to the pool bath and a pair of large sliding glass doors led to the back yard. It was ideal for indoor and outdoor entertaining, especially for our swim and dance parties.

Across from the pool bath was a large overnight guest room. It had a queen bed and a twin bed, because many of our guests had children. Down the hall were Susan's and my bedroomms. We shared a Jack'n Jill bathroom between our rooms. At the opposite end of the house, off of a short hallway, was our parent's bedroom suite, with a bathroom and walk-in closet with dressing room ( for nudists? ). A wide door in the hallway opened to the 2 car garage and workshop.

At home nudity was not mandatory but it was the norm. We would undress immediately after arriving home, even if alone, and perform our everyday activities like chores, homework, dinner or just relax nude. We were confident, secure and never selfconscious about being nude. Except for the fact that we were all nude, our family behavior and dynamic was no different than that of any other textile families.

Everone knew that ours was a nudity preffered home. So our guests' convenience, my dad made a large screened in porch at the front entry to the house. There, he installed shelving with baskets and clothes hangers so our visiting nudist friends had a secure place to leave their clothes. We even provided towels for those that had forgotten theirs. Our regular visitors knew that our driveway was very private and many undressed at their car. Some guests would even arrive nude, especially those coming directly from Swallows. That way everyone was already nude when they entered our house and did not have to worry about where to undress.

Over the years we had many memorable events there, including Birthday parties, graduation parties, Easter, Super Bowl parties, dinners, anniversaries, etc. Even though nudity was not required, with very few exceptions everyone was. Our parties were known for being fun and entertaining and became popular among our circle of nudist friends. So much so that nobody ever arrived late.

Photo: Mom in the lower yard over looking the valley, about 1970.