Old homes tell stories. Even if the walls can’t talk, the creaking floorboards and clattering pipes get the point across. Our house was built in 1802 — over the years, it’s collected a fair share of funny fables.
The stories begin as soon as you enter through the “Indian door.” This traditional feature was constructed with two layers of wide oak planks, cross-hatched for added protection from enemy arrows. Though we should probably call it the “Native American door,” a politically correct rewording wouldn’t quite capture the paranoia of the time. “Our poor neighbor Nathaniel was in his kitchen eating a johnnycake,” the conversation may have gone, “when an Indian arrow pierced their single panel door and landed in his buttock! If only they had doubled-up those panels!”
The perpetual fear of arrow attacks must have led the occupants of our house to drink because next to the original hearth is a small built-in storage area colloquially called the “Parson’s cupboard.” Rumor has it, when a member of the clergy popped in for a quick chat (or exorcism), the sneaky owners would hide their booze in this concealed cupboard. Once the Parson departed, it quickly devolved into a scene from MTV’s Spring Break. (Well, not quite. Instead of watching Eric Nies dance on a speaker shirtless, the family huddled by the fire, discussing a nearby typhus epidemic.)
Speaking of sickness, our house has a curiously morbid feature called a “coffin door.” Apparently, the bodies of the dead were once prepared and packed inside one’s house, so an extra-wide side door was installed in order to move the coffins outside. If you’ve ever got a coffin stuck in a door frame, trust me, it’s no fun. Besides, it’s more eco-friendly to be cremated — you’ll easily fit through any door, saving the need for additional renovations.
Sadly, most visitors to our house tend to only notice the beautiful red oak floors or the original hand-hewn beams. Don’t get me wrong, those are impressive and all, just not as fun to tell as stories.
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I love this!
OMG, those floors!
love the article :) and the house !!! Where's it located? I swear I've seen this house before....
I love the way old wood floors look. It's just a totally different feel than the new ultra polished smooth ones.
our home is from 1776 and has story in an historic text of the women folk saving the home by pouring hot lye soap on attacking savages...the story was written by the town Mrs.Kravitz of the 1850's. We don't think that happened but when weird things/sounds happen it always seems to be 3:00 a.m.
Dig your Tito's!
Nice. I love the stories houses tell.
Coffin Doors weren't made because the front door wasn't wide enough for a coffin...
...it was because it was considered bad luck to bring the dead out through the front door.
(Yes, people were highly superstitious back then)
hmmm... a parson's cupboard was used, as I understand, to store a bottle or two of the very best spirits to be offered to the Parson (or similarly important people, perhaps) when they visited. I bet the story got reversed during Prohibition!
Love the idea of the coffin door. Very practical!
wow, great writing on AT? no kidding!
swell post.
Love this post. Thanks for sharing :-)
The house is beautiful. Love the pictures and the article. Thanks for sharing!
OMG! Your house is a doppelganger of my house!Mine was built in 1795 (we think)
Unfortunately, there was a massive "re-muddling" project undertaken in Victorian times, so there is a weird blending of Indian shutters at the windows and high Victorian gingerbread elsewhere.
No creaking at 3:00am but a nice solid "home" feeling.
Wonderful stories to go with wonderful pictures. More please!
Excellent post!
Great post!
@Ansela-Both sides did quite appalling things to each other. Also, the current U.S. Census Bureau would most definitely disagree with you!
In the 19th c, the term was used by those who supported an anti-immigrant agenda (i.e., setting quotas on Irish/Catholic immigration). Now, it's a very specific legal term.
Gorgeous house!
@ansela
really your comment is disturbingly inaccurate. And not very constructive either.
I have a mid-century house complete with squeaky wood floors. I pity the fool that would try to sneak into our house. Every other step makes a squeak.