The house where our family grew up was built in the latter part of the 1800s by a man who was a senior vice president of a local chemistry factory in Niagara Falls, N.Y. During the Great Depression, he sold it to our newly married parents. Counting the cellar and the attic, the house had four floors and 14 rooms, and every square inch of that house was used for something.
Our house wasn’t so special because of how many rooms it had or how big it was. That was important, but what made it special were the
