We had arrived in Memphis and stayed in what I thought of as a "crummy" motel. I was not impressed with the cleanliness of the place.
The next morning we headed north to Millington Naval Air Station. We quickly learned that there was no military housing available; we had to be placed on a waiting list. Since we needed a place to stay as soon as possible, we went on an intense hunt to find a home.
My parents bought a newspaper to help look for rentals. This area of Tennessee was very rural at that time, there were no apartments and not many homes for rent. We traipsed around Millington and other small towns in the area, looking for a home. It was a culture shock for us. The few homes that were available were small, very old and looked like someone's grandmother had decorated them. Most had old fashioned wallpaper on the walls and were very, very dirty. My Mother would go into a house to look at it and come out disgusted about how dirty the home was. This happened again and again.
Finally, my Mother found a home that was acceptable to her. It was located in the town of Munford, Tennessee, about 24 miles north of Memphis. It was a small house, built before World War II, with three small bedrooms. It was painted green on the outside and had a bungalow look about it. There was a swing on the front porch. The living room was quite small, and the lineoleum floor in the living room was not level. If you put a marble on the floor, it would roll to the side of the floor that was lower than the other. There was floral wallpaper in the small living room and in the bedrooms. Every room was very, very small. So two days after our arrival in Tennessee, we moved into our new home.