I used to go over to my Great Aunt and Uncles house. My Mom would chat it up with my Aunt while my Uncle, Father, and I went downstairs in to their basement and play billiards. I was and still am horrible at billiards.
Let me try to describe this...
Your standing at the top of a stair case looking down a concrete stair well that's painted white. The stairs are carpeted in a red and there's a fine wooden banister on the right. As you go down you notice separation between the first floor and the basement is painted wood along the edges with painted white concrete block above and below.
You reach the bottom of the steps and as you enter the room you notice that it's white painted concrete block with more red carpeting. There is a second living room parted by a half wall, there are beer steins on that wall, and a round table in the far side of the room with the pool table. In the middle is a nice sized pool table with cues hanging on the wall.
There's a leather covering on the table protecting it when it isn't used and when you remove the covering you see a nice green felt pool table sitting in what could only be described as a 1950's furnished room with everything clean and spotless.
My Uncle passed away in 1986, my Aunt this past Friday. She sold that house with the pool table long ago but I'll always remember them both at that house. Tomorrow I go to see her one last time as they lay her to rest.