“The Welty House speaks to the author’s love of travel, art, music, and the centrality of family to her life. But it is, above all, a home designed for work, which, in Welty’s case, meant reading and writing.”

Twenty-five years after the author’s death, Eudora Welty’s home phone number remains the same as it ever was. Her house looks just like it did during her lifetime. Visitors still find her books stacked on every available surface: shelves, dining room tables, coffee tables, side tables, sofas, a bed, the floor. These furnishings are Welty’s. She purchased or was given the art on the walls. Each picture or object remains where she placed it. The curtains, the everyday china, the vintage rabbit-eared television with built-in VCR, the can opener anchored to a kitchen cabinet, the stove-top percolator: With very few exceptions, everything in the house belonged to her.