It was never called a living room. The front room featured sheer curtains on the one south-facing window; a huge upright piano until about 1951 when it was replaced by a studio piano; a maroon, floral patterned wall-t0-wall rug (never a “carpet”~~that would have been quite pretentious); and a floor model radio/Hi-Fi in later years after we got electricity.
That Hi-Fi did amazing service. We could and did stack 12 78s on it, and let ‘er rip (when the folks weren’t home) with music such as Her Royal Majesty’s Mounted Marine Band.
John Philip Sousa’s marches got special use when I was approaching eighth grade and knew I could finally try out to be a majorette for the high school band. I’d pile the Sousa records on, turn the volume up as loudly as possible, open all the doors and windows and march back and forth in our huge bare yard.
Two 5″ x 7″ photos hung on one wall: Natural Bridge, Virginia and Yosemite Falls had been visited and photographed.
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On the wall over the davenport (never a “couch”) was a plaque I still have.
The CROWN of the HOME is GODLINESS
The BEAUTY of the HOME is ORDER
The GLORY of the HOME is HOSPITALITY
The BLESSING of the HOME is CONTENTMENT
There was a magazine rack, one easy chair and Dad’s old rocking chair. He would read his magazines, history books and Bible in the evenings, particularly so on long winter evenings when we would sing around the piano.
Mailboxes and Old Barns 
The plaque has touched a chord with me today and am making it into a poster. Seeing that everyday could really ground a person. Thank you. Oh, and my mother used to refer to the couch as a davenport, too. Somewhere along the line, though, she modernized and mover to ‘sofa’ in the front room and ‘couch’ in the den. Blessings.