These images were taken in my (Kazzandra) grandmother's house prior to its sale.

This is the home my Dad practically grew up in, the one we'd stay at whenever we were in Pittsburgh for a visit, the one I even lived in for a few months, the one that holds so many good memories, and also some difficult ones. I'm grateful that we took some time to say goodbye and that my last memories within those walls are of my son chasing and being chased by his Papa; of him flipping that light in the kitchen window off and on, off and on; and playing with the saloon doors that separated the kitchen and the living room.