Just another brick house
Drive down almost any street in a small Indiana town, and you will pass a house like this one. It is a low brick ranch with white trim, black shutters, and a big picture window with the curtains drawn. There are two round bushes by the front step, a single-car garage, and a maple tree in the yard. Thousands of houses like it went up across the Midwest in the early 1960s. Nobody slows down to look at them.
This is Dorothy's house. She is 91. She and her husband, Earl, bought the lot in 1961 for $1,200 and had the house built the next year for $14,900. Earl worked at the glass plant on the edge of town, and Dorothy taught second grade for 30 years. They raised two children here. Earl died in 2011, and Dorothy stayed on alone, cooking, cleaning, and mowing the front lawn herself until she was 88. This fall she finally agreed to move in with her daughter, Susan, in Indianapolis. The house went up for sale.
Her family was nervous. "Mom, they're going to tell us to tear everything out," her son, Gary, said. The real estate agent, a young man named Tyler, expected old carpet, the smell of mothballs, and a lot of work. Dorothy's granddaughter, Katie, came along with her phone to take photos of every room before anything was packed. Dorothy unlocked the front door and let Tyler go in first. He took two steps, stopped, and said, "Mrs. Becker, please don't let anybody touch a thing." On the next page, step inside with him.