We grew up in small town New England in a Cape Cod style home with dormers on the second level where the bedrooms for me and my brothers were located.
We had a basement that was accessible two ways. First was from the inside, the stairs were across from the kitchen. I remember my mother had shelves added the underside of the steps going up to our bedroom. That was her pantry. Down the stairs took you into the basement. While it had a cement floor, it still felt pretty damp.
It was semi-divided into four sections by the stairway. The top left was my father’s work bench and he even managed to set up a dark room at one time. The lower left was an more open area where the oil barrel for our furnace sat. There was a small window above it that was used for the hose when it was time to fill. Between those areas was a clothes line for winter and bad weather drying. The bottom right was our play area. We had an old braided rug in the middle, a tired sofa, along with some book shelves for games and a toy box for my brothers. The top right was open, I think we stored our bicycles in that area during the winter. I tried to make a diagram of what I remember.
So while it was dark, I only remember the one small (VERY small window) and a bit dank, it gave us a spot to go play when the weather was bad. Otherwise, we were outdoors! Did you have a basement or attic for play?
My A-Z this year are random thoughts, ideas, and whatever pops into my mind for the letter of the day. As in previous years, I will keep it short and sweet.
