Doors such as this always intrigue me. Guess there was once a wrap around porch and it was removed. I see quite a few of these in Charleston.
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Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Don't use that Door!
Doors such as this always intrigue me. Guess there was once a wrap around porch and it was removed. I see quite a few of these in Charleston.
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I see them around here too, Debbi. It's a little sad that a house is so neglected that they either don't rebuild the porch or replace the door with a window.
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Jane
It makes me sad to see that because that means people aren't restoring these beauties to their former glory. But at least they are being lived in though so that's good! Hop over and visit sometime, would love to hear from you!
ReplyDeleteHappy Tuesday!
Gina
Oops I had not read my comments before my previous visit! lol Thanks for the visit!
ReplyDeleteThose "ghost doors" are a mystery, aren't they? I helped a friend show her enormous older house when they were downsizing, and a three-story drop from a door in the upstairs hall was a source of much looking and opening and gazing down by curious visitors. It was kept securely looked, and she carried the key, but was asked to open it quite a few times during the weeks of the sale. And I never COULD figure what the original use was---not even one of those "shadows of stairs" that you can see on the outside of some older home, attesting to a reason for that lofty doorway.
ReplyDeleteAnd one of the funniest mysteries of our travels was on our honeymoon. He'd stopped on his own sales travels in a small-town railroad hotel, quaint and loaded with leftover Southern charm, and so we spent a night there on our way to the Smokies.
It was a huge, echoing enormous older house, with a great lobby/parlor closed off and not air-conditioned, dusty silk flowers spilling out from tarnished old vases, three or four ceiling fans slowly stirring the air, and a registry book the size of a desk-top, which I was tempted to turn through to see if Mark Twain or Edwin Booth might have been fellow guests.
Our own room was a bit cobbled together, as well, with the bath quite nice, but an afterthought walled off at one end of the room. The room was quite a tall one, like a big square well with bed and chairs at the bottom.
And up HIGH---too high for us to reach the bottom of, was a single door in the wall, slightly ajar to show the hems of several satin-and-tulle evening dresses/ball gowns. He sneaked back to the lobby and got a broom, reaching up with it to swing the door open, and we just gazed at the long-ago finery now stored in such an inaccessible closet. . .
That's been thirty years, and I still compose little stories about those ladies and their beautiful dresses and what lovely parties they must have graced.
i can't even see the remnants of stairs or a porch, although there must have been. hopefully, that is blocked off well from the inside!!
ReplyDeleteThat's a sad, sad door!! I wonder if they have a piece of furniture in front of it on the inside....otherwise wouldn't it drive you nuts to have a door to nowhere?
ReplyDeleteOh, that's funny. I suppose there was once some steps leading down from it but right now... better not go out that door. Kaboom
ReplyDeleteOld homes are expensive to maintain. I guess they couldn't replace the porch.
ReplyDeleteWe have lived in two historic homes. They can be expensive but full of charm.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many walked out that door into the abyss! I suspect you are right about the porch -- but it's time for steps!
ReplyDeleteI'd put that porch back on so fast, the neighbors heads would spin LOL I hope someone puts it back one day.
ReplyDeleteOh and I answered your question about the table on my blog post, but inc are you don't see it, yes, I painted it yellow :)
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