A month after I was born, in April of 1932, Grand ma died. No, not after seeing me for the first time. She was living in an upstairs apartment on Franklin avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
The only way to get her body down stairs was in the back entry. It took four men to carry her body down those stairs. Grand ma was a little over two hundred pounds and the stairs were trecherous even for a healty, Living being to navigate, let alone four men trying to carry her body down stairs.
One of my "next" projects will be to remember to get a photo of them stairs to display here.
Why would someone rent such a place?
Same reason anyone else would. It was cheap, it had grocery stores near by and it was close to the church they attented, not to mention the old street car use to go right in front of the place.
Not a real convience for her as much as for others that would visit her.