Deedee. I remember when our den was added. It was very special to have such a unique room. There was a big deal made about the “parquet” ceiling, wood floor (carpet was the norm), the hidden lighting and the Andersen windows—“Cadillac of windows.” I recall coming home from school and watching the carpenter, Fred Entler, doing his work, and how he had left a brokerage career to do what he loved (even back then!). Mark. I have a vague, and possibly inaccurate, recollection of visiting the house just after the den was completed. Aunt Sylvia had been keeping my mother apprised by telephone as to the progress of the construction, and we looked forward to seeing the room addition. Unlike the traditional look of the rest of the house, this was an airy, modern room with a warm wood floor, Danish-Modern furniture, and plenty of large windows on all three exterior walls looking out to the back yard. Andrew. One of the strongest images of my grandmother in my mind is the way she sits sideways on the sofa in the den to do the crossword puzzle and to close her eyes and take a nap. She is one of those people who can close her eyes for ten minutes and actually nap. I don’t know how many times I have been sitting at the table in the den playing solitaire and I look over to see her sitting on that sofa taking a nap or doing the crossword puzzle. Sylvia. This really is the room I live in. I love this room. I read in here, I sew in here, I watch TV in here. I think this is my most favorite room in the whole house. And it has more of me than all the other rooms, so I feel pretty proud of it.