After posting about our basement yesterday I received this email from Debbie, the woman who grew up in the home we now own:
“I just read today’s blog and am truly baffled by the mention of a bathroom in the cellar. I know of no such thing. What I remember is a room my dad used as a darkroom at one time. I think that’s the one you are calling the cold storage. Next to that is what was for us the laundry room.
The main area where our huge furnace was has a part with shelves, which is where our Christmas stuff was stored. Then there is another room that was my Dodger Club meeting room when I was in 5th grade! Later on it became a storage room. I remember lots of boxes there.
Also Patrick has probably told you that the old humongous furnace is stashed away down there because there was seemingly no way to get it out when we had a new one put in.
Can you tell me more about this bathroom???”
Immediately, I texted Patrick and to my chagrin there is no existing bathroom in the basement, just a stray toilet sitting there for no logical reason. He suggested we put bath in the basement for convenience. Makes sense to us. So, thanks to Debbie, we cleared up the bathroom discrepancy.
The cold storage? As Debbie and I discuss the basement further she realizes her mother kept pears in a room in the basement. Voila! Cold storage!
As to the humongous furnace, I have no idea how it will be removed. But, Patrick assures us he will remove it.
I take such great delight in how we each perceive things differently. When we grow up in a home and rooms are used certain ways, that is how we see those rooms. But, when we walk into an empty house where we do not have a history, we see things very differently. This is the adventure of moving to an older home with all kinds of options.
