Dad was Swindled, by Colorado Bob's Standards!

Colorado Bob's post about a place in which he lived and paid five dollars a month reminded me of my first home, in 1949 and the early fifties. We called this rural Indiana home "The Crackerbox."
It featured an outhouse with a bag of lime and a resident snake that lived in the newspaper insulated walls.
We heated with an oil space-heater and Mom cooked with electricity.
We had one cold water spigot in the house.
We heated kettles of water and bathed in wash basins.
Dad was a salesman and gone a lot , and Mom was stuck there out in the country with no car.
My brother and I played in a big yard that contained gooseberry bushes, plum and apple trees, and a vegetable garden.
All was well...until one day...
Floyd the landlord came and told Dad he had to raise the rent.
Dad was paying fifteen dollars a month. Dad was prepared to hear Floyd say he needed twenty dollars a month.
"Is seventeen-fifty alright?"
"Sure, Floyd" , said Dad.
If only Dad had known about the cost of rent in Colorado...