Can you believe that our family lived in this house when I was a senior in High School. It looks like a mansion! It had oak woodwork, oak open staircase with paneled walls. A Grand Old Dame...there was 5 daughters, mom, step-dad and big dog. I occupied the entire attic. It was a walk-up with it's own private stairway. The stairway led to the kitchen. It must have been for servants in the 1800's. It was full of dead flies in the summer and unheated in the winter. But I had privacy! An easel was set up with oil paints next to my bed. I was certain that I was a suffering artist. Funny now to think about it.