We lived in Dallas, in a house we were sort of re-doing while living in it (the next owners did a much more thorough job of re-doing, I must say).  Never ever try to redo while you live there. 

 

Anyway, think early fifties vintage.  Pier and beam.  Wood floors.  Great quiet neighborhood. Huge yard. Big old oak trees with branches custom made for climbing and sitting.  

 

Youngest recently reminded me "no I did not share a room with my [sibling!]," and that she actually had a "huge room with windows on three sides." 

 

I don't think he is jealous, but who knew back then that anyone was even measuring the rooms.  You never know.