My father is 86 years old. He was born in this little house on a farm off Jewett Holmwood Road in East Aurora, NY. I remember as a young boy, sleeping in the up-stairs bedroom while spending time with my grandfather and grand mother. It was cold in the winter and hot in the summer. My dad and my uncle Fred slept in a bed upstairs when they were young, and my father tells of waking up in the winter with snow on the blankets; the attic was so drafty (it wasn't yet then really quite a bedroom) . The only real change in the shape of the house, that I can recall, is attached to the woodshed at the back of the house (small roof to the left of this picture) was an outhouse. I remember as a very young boy thinking it a much more convenient location than having to go all the way inside. The story goes that when my grandmother finally managed to afford an indoor bathroom, my grandfather was opposed to the idea as that kind of thing really shouldn't be "inside" your house.