I read with interest the article about the Lustron home in your recent special section prior to the CCPA weekend. Having survived six years in the Lustron on the corner of Scioto Street and Ames Avenue, I can write with confidence and experience that despite Ms. Virts’ attempt at making a case for historic preservation, one can neither romanticize nor endear life in that shiny metal box.

It had no insulation so it was an oven in the summer (we lived there in the era before air-conditioning became ubiquitous). I don’t remember having window fans, but the narrow windows cranked open on the side so there wasn’t much air circulation. Winter was, of course, like living in a refrigerator. Being on a slab and with no insulation, mice got into the walls. I developed a life-long aversion to rodents.

When our family moved and we were able to hang pictures for the first time, I thought we had moved to an art museum!

The value of Ms. Virts’ article was that, finally in my middle age, I have bragging rights that I lived in a rare structure with a history.

Interested in moving back? No way! I hope Mr. Lokai makes the structure a small Lustron museum (if not a detention center); no one should have to live there.

M. Emily Grossman

Stone Mountain, Georgia