The transom over the door (and in the doors between the rooms) give light and ventilation. The windows are as high as the transom and, with the high ceilings, gives a spacious feeling to a small room. The tall windows had roll shades. My father liked to keep everything in good repair at modest cost. To make a worn shade look new he would cut a little off the shade, and my mother would sew a new pocket for the wooden rod on her treadle sewing machine. He also would repair shades by removing them from the roller, reversing, re-tacking and sewing in a new pocket. As the shades were unwieldy, my parents would move the sewing machine to the center of the room: my father would hold one end of the shade, and mother would treadle away to make a new pocket. Sometimes he would just cut a little off and have her sew a new pocket. With forty rentals and many windows, this not only saved a lot of money (my mother did not get a salary), but helped keep the apartments in good repair.
Since I have the books recording the renters for so many years, a glance through the books reminds me of so many different friends. January to May 1933 John Winchcombe-Taylor rented apartment 1, 811 East First (shown on opposite page, door to left) Rosemary Drachman Taylor recalls in her book Chicken Every Sunday her introduction to him by Mr. Ferry, one of her mother's boarders. "I've got a friend coming out to visit me," he told me one day." He's a writer, too ... John Winchcombe-Taylor is his name ... He's an Englishman ... You'll like him."
Rosemary wrote that for her it was love at first sight. "Being English and conservative, it took John a little longer to grasp the situation. In fact it was three weeks to the day before he got around to proposing".