Oglethorpe near Abercorn, down the street from where Juliette Gordon Low founded the girl scouts and next door to where Conrad Aiken’s father killed his mom in a murder-suicide. It wasn’t a fancy apartment or anything, it was actually a converted hay loft in a carriage house that still had scuff marks in the floorboards from 19th century pitchforks. We also had rats in the walls and roaches the size of terriers. But character goes a long way, and I always enjoyed hearing the clopping of hooves as the horse-drawn buggies passed by our window.
My wife taught at a local school in the outskirts of town which was decidedly less romantic. For example, she had to explain to one parent that no, she couldn’t and wouldn’t accomodate his request to make sure his child didn’t have to work in a study group that included non-white kids.