My mother and cutting off the head of the bed

We moved into our new house that my father had helped draw the plans for when I was three. My two sisters and I had a southwest large bedroom. We had new iron beds. I was not long out of a crib. My mother thought we looked like a room at an orphanage because of the many beds. She decided it was the kind of beds with high headboards. She took a hack saw and sawed off the heads and made the foot of the bed the head of the bed. She had bedspreads that covered up her work and we looked very fancy and up to date like a picture in "Household Magazine." It really did improve the appearance and we did not look so much like a dormitory. Ethel and my bed now had their heads against the west wall and Helen had the head of her bed against the east wall and closet. In the summer time to get the breeze the three beds were lined up with their heads against the south wall. If we had guests they moved the beds closer together and I was generally picked to sleep in the crack between the beds. I generally fell in the crack. It wasn't bad. It was fun to be close to my visiting cousins.