In an East central Indiana city immortalised as "Middletown" which was not its name, I established my first home with my first wife. So far as pictures, the above rapid sketch is the best I can do, for in the early days of our marriage taking pictures was not high on the list of my priorities.
Prior to our wedding, we had found a nice apartment in the central city and not far from my workplace. The flat was upstairs. You may note an outside entrance on the south of the building. The elderly couple who owned the home lived downstairs. Our place was nicely furnished if dated and was very clean and quite spacious.
The nuptials took place in Fort Wayne where the bride resided. Following the reception, the car wreck, the wait for the State policeman, and so on, we arrived at our place for our honeymoon night. We paid eighteen dollars a week rent, which when one considers that my income was about sixty-two dollars take-home, a pretty hefty portion of our income. But we had no utility bills!
We discovered very quickly that there was one drawback to this Edenic arrangement. The Old Man, our landlord, was an inveterate cigar smoker. He parked in his Barcalounger directly beneath our living room and puffed his life away. The carpet, nice carpet it was, too, did nothing to prevent the invasion of the offending aroma. We lived there four months.
I took a Google Earth tour down that street and found that the house is still there, still occupied, but looking somewhat the worse for wear. It is not the best-maintained house in the neighborhood, and I am sure the sweet old couple we knew would be appalled, for they built that home and raised their family there.
Lynd and Lynd. Middletown: A Study in Modern American Culture,1929.