Switches (or at least changes)

This is a light switch in my mom's house. Not the house I talked about before, but the house where *she* grew up. This house was built in 1885 by her grandfather. His son took it over in 1933. My mom was born there in 1944. She effectively lost the house in 1962 when both her parents died within three months of each other. She was 17 and couldn't keep it. When I think about how she lost her childhood home, it puts my own situation in a bit of perspective. I'm still unhappy about losing it, but I know it could have happened under considerably worse circumstances.

NB—This switch makes the greatest "ka-CHUNK" sound when you push the buttons...