First home

(1930 June)
You walked up a flight of stairs [to get to our Oakland Avenue apartment], turned to the right and there was our front (and only) door.  Straight ahead was the coat closet, to the right the bath and bedroom.  But on the right [sic] the living room, dinette, and beyond the small kitchen. Outside, opposite the front door, was a noisy street-car barn, on either side another apartment as close as the law allowed.  In the back, a small yard with a clothesline, always up. Across the hall I found agreeable neighbors, Peggy, getting a divorce, and her mother, always ready for a gossip.