This is a picture of the entrance to our humble domain with my bride coming out the door. This was a cozy little place. We were fortunate and enjoyed living here. I recall an instance when my brother Johnnie got married here in Little Rock. He married Beatrice Johnson from Grain Valley Missouri. We let them have our apt to save on having to get a hotel room. I gave him the key to get in that night after the wedding, ( I was his Best Man and had forgot where i had the ring when that part of the ceremony came up.) Any way it was late at night when they got to the apt. When he started to unlock the door the key broke. Rather than waking all the neighbors, he decided to climb up on the chicken house and try to get in thru a window, the one in the previous post i was working on. He finally got in but I was blamed for the key incident. He accused me of doing it on purpose. Had i thought of it i would probably have given him the wrong key.