There was an unexpected elegance in that wallpaper, as there were touches of that here and there in our plain farm life. I was sensitive to them and sought them out. Rubbing my fingers along the dining table rim to feel the hand crocheted cloth.
The living room fireplace, which had a gas log heater instead of real flames. And baked you so quickly on one side you had to constantly rotate yourself, like a rotesserie chicken. Our fireplace had white ceramic bricks which I never saw any where else. I thought they were special/magnificent/elegant.