José López doesn’t have a deed for the little house at the edge of a dairy farm where he was raised and still lives — only the stories his grandfather told him about how the house came to be.
It began with an agreement between gentlemen 39 years ago. His grandfather, a foreman on the farm, needed a house for his recently divorced daughter, López’s mother. So he asked the farm’s owner if he could have a little corner of the sprawling estate to build her one.
“My grandfather worked on the farm for 44 years,” López said, “and his boss was a good man. He said yes.”
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