I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I have the absolute BEST friends in the blogosphere! Everyone was so kind and commented on the Six Word Friday I posted on THURSDAY, and nary a one called me a nincompoop!
While the basement topic is still fresh in mind, I thought I’d share a bit about the one under our house when I was a kid. I don’t know of anyone who had a “finished” basement back then. Six dimly-lit,
creepy creaky steps with no risers went down to a landing, which turned left, then three more steps down to the concrete floor. It was dank, dark and damp. (That was overkill, I know, but I was trying to make a point). There were two small windows in this section of the basement that ran front to back on one side of the house. They were actually below the level of the yard, the ground had been dug out and brick or blocks were laid to retain the soil from falling in and covering them. Many a kitten was born in those window wells, as the cats liked the security of the small enclosed space.
On the opposite wall of that side of the basement, under the stairs, was a large rectangular hole that led to a shallow area with a dirt floor beneath the kitchen, a room my dad added onto the house, along with a half bath. (The previous bathroom was “down the path.”) Not being tall enough to see into the hole, nor having enough light to illuminate it, but being able to see a bit of daylight, I always wondered if an intruder could get inside, or be hiding in there. A single bare light bulb lit that side of the basement, and the switch for it was on a support near the middle of the room.
Further along the wall with the hole was the opening to the other side of the basement where the laundry appliances and shower were located. That was a cold place to dry off after a shower in the winter! This side had wooden shelving built to hold the canned vegetables from the garden. There was also a door to the outside. The door “lock” amounted to a small, rectangular wooden block that swiveled on a nail. If it was turned to overlap the edge of the closed door, it was locked. It didn’t seem very secure to me!
After showering, I would turn off the single light bulb in that room, turn off the light in the middle of the next room, then run like the dickens through the dark and up the creepy stairs as fast as I could go lest something grab my ankle as I ascended! I did that for YEARS. Is it any wonder I had nightmares about that place until just a few years ago?
Since I’ve written a rather long post, I’ll wait until another time to tell you about the rat in the basement that was certainly going to gnaw a hole through floor and eat me while I slept!