Just returned from a wonderful July 4th celebration and engagement party week with the Family Matriarch (FM) and the Kitchen King (KK) at their beachfront home on the South Shore in Massachusetts…photos and stories just ahead…(okay maybe three, four days away).
Anyway, while there and of course,
snooping around admiring the new improvements…the grandkids bunk room…lucky kids…I happened upon a blast from my past.
A vintage door stop which adorned the door leading from the dining room to the hall in my childhood home. We had many door stops because our old victorian home was quite “crooked”…not in a criminal kind of way, but in a: The entire 16 room home was picked up and rolled back off its corner lot about 20 yards from Washington Street in Jamaica Plain around 1905 to make way for the elevated Orange Line way. Today, that section of Orange Line which is part of the public transit line known as the T is below grade about 200 yards down the other end of the street.
This house move caused most of the door jams in the home to form less than perfect 90º corners and doors which closed whether a breeze or not.
snooping admiration, I discovered there is a door stop on just about every door in their home. I never noticed this before. The cross breezes from the ocean through the house and back from the marsh mean that door slamming is a real possibility. Once again, first world problems of those that live by the seaside. Also, the house was built in 1850 and has over the years sustained some real storm damage so doors, frames, etc. may also be less than perfect squares, but who am I to judge.
Presenting: The Door Stop Collection
The Knotty Sailor
Pun completely intended.
Cast Iron: definitely not light…ouch! Lighthouse
Our Accommodations: Comfy Bed and Ocean View
Make Way for Ducklings…
I counted three,…but then again I may have had a glass a wine and took a photo of the same duck…you make the call.
Hubster thinks this is a different duck…I cry fowl.
Frog or Toad?
The Blue Room East
I was six years old when the KK married my sister…in addition to his full-time job with New England Bell, he was in the Naval Reserve at the time so I have a memory of a Christmas party aboard an aircraft carrier docked in the Boston Harbor. I remember he held my hand as we stepped on the deck only to have the deck begin to descend like an elevator. I was scared, but I looked up at him and he smiled in his uniform…much like this sailor.
I hope you enjoyed my “tour door jour“.