As a small child, I remember going to my maternal grandmothers house. I was a nice house.I thought it was beautiful,and so huge! That was because I was very poor growing up. I didn't know it. I did not understand why this grandmother seemed to have a "fancy" house ,yet we had no hot water in our home. It didn't bother me. 
My grandmother's house looked similar to this : I  found the house both intriguing and kind of scary. It was not at all unusual , a basic grandma house. It had some pretty antique furniture . A lot of heavy  dark wood linoleum floors that looked kind of like a rug with,pretty roses on the trim. There was some type of  cool wall covering and it was like wall paper but it had the word "oil" (I think )    in what it was called. My grandmother and Her 2 siblings lived there.Her sister louise was usually upstairs in her room when we visited, sometimes I was allowed to go upstairs to visit with her. Their older brother Rudolf lived with them too. He played chess with a friend that lived in Germany, they made their moves by letter.I remember they had a book cabinet with a lock.I loved looking at the books and occasionally would be allowed to look at one while I visited. I loved the classics like Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer. I also loved to look in the encyclopedia, it was beautifully illustrated.