My dad built our house at 178 Regent St. and it had only two bedrooms. I slept with my older brother Terry in a double bed and my oldest brother, Don, had a single bed. In the winter, our bedroom was almost as cold inside as it was out. There were no storm windows so Jack Frost painted our single-pane windows generously with crystal patterns that looked like ferns. Our house was heated with a Quebec coal stove in the dining room. The only place in the house that was warm was right beside the stove. When I was too old to sleep with my brother, I wanted my own bedroom. The only place I could have was the attic, as seen in the picture. It was ice cold in the winter and boiling hot in the summer, but I loved it.