And my grandfather (with my mom accompanying him):
It's so odd. I look at that photo, and I know EXACTLY where it was taken. By the time I came around, that window behind my mom had a little stepped table in front of it with Christmas cacti and African violets. And behind my grandfather is a hexagonal window. I pushed really hard when we bought our house in Montreal because it had an identical window in the stairwell. Yes, not the BEST reason to buy a house, but a good 'icing on the cake'. And when I was a kid, the piano had moved to the wall behind Poppa's right shoulder. That was an inside wall. Better for the piano to not get whacked with strong temperature changes. Oh, and the linoleum on the floor (large floral pattern, you can sort of see it) was covered with carpet when I was a kid, but you could still see it in the hallway.
I miss that house.