What price memory? This was Janet Gimbut's house, half a block away from mine, and -- from what I can tell by squinting at the tiny picture -- the flower beds edged in flagstone on which I tripped and fell and broke an arm when I was seven have held up well. The Nilleses lived on one side of the Gimbuts, and on the other were two elderly sisters with a blowsy backyard garden. This was in Elmhurst, Illinois, and the signs at the edge of town proclaimed it "The Heart of the Western Suburbs."
What I learned from the listing: the Gimbuts' house was built in 1932 and had a master bedroom. I never knew for sure there were any bedrooms; on my block, children rarely went inside neighbors' houses to play. We had backyards and sidewalks for that contingency. Mostly, I sat on my bike by the side door, waiting for Janet to return home from Bible school. (Summers were long.)