When my parents got married in the early 50's my maternal grandparents gave them a parcel of land next to theirs as a wedding gift. My dad, being a carpenter by trade, slowly built the house himself (mostly). He finished off the basement first and we lived down there for about 8 or 9 years.
We had a living room, kitchen, dining room, bath, laundry/furnace room, a tiny bedroom for two of my brothers, the baby's crib was in my parents' room, and my two sisters and I shared a hole-in-the-wall sized room with a triple bunk bed (I had the bottom cuz I was youngest)! The kitchen, living room and dining room all had those big linoleum squares over the cement floor - cold and hard! (EDIT: These first two photos are not my own)
Around 1966 or 1967, dad finally started finishing off the "upstairs". The kitchen area was graced with knotty pine walls, the master bedroom and the boys new rooms were treated to paneling! We girls remained in the basement - we were teens and didn't need the supervision at night (or so they thought!).
The upstairs kitchen remained unfinished for a few more years (except for the knotty pine) and it made an excellent playroom for us kids. I fondly remember my brothers and I (a tomboy) playing hockey in that room with a ball instead of a puck. I have no idea why my parents allowed us to do that to their new pine walls!
Now, the upstairs living room remained unfinished (just studs) for quite a few more years. Mostly because that's where my dad stored his airplane! He had a single engine plane, took the wings and tail off, and it lived in the house for a long time until he sold it! Our friends thought we were so cool! This is a pic of five of us in it at the town airport, where we would get to take rides in it on Sundays. I'm on the left. (It's a scan of a scan of the original grainy photo.)
My dad left home here in Massachusetts when he was 16, in the 1920's, and went out to Kansas. He joined one of those flying circuses where he wing-walked on biplanes!
Just a few memories from my childhood!