I felt like a child being let into Santa's workshop when Mr. Hass turned the key and opened the front door of the old house on Walloon Lake.
I can't tell you how many times I had stood at that window with my hands cupped to the side of my head, nose pressed against the glass, trying to see inside. Directly across from the door, as we entered was this.
You can begin to see the "stuff" that was in there. I remember reaching out and touching that banister like it was a mirage. That staircase is such a beauty.
This fireplace was in, what I call parlor # 1, to the left of the stairway. Mr. Hass told me he remembered, as a boy, his mother buying the tapestry over the mantle from a traveling vendor. If the house was built in 1907, I guess that may be in 19 teens to 1920 ish.
On the left side of the stairs,, was parlor # 1, the kitchen, which had been gutted, and this dining room.
I was in awe. I wanted to go through boxes and touch things. I was mesmerized by the ceiling.
To the right of the staircase was parlor # 2.
There was so much junk stored among the treasures that I doubt the family even knew what was there.
Next time we will go up that wonderful staircase and see what lies between the front stairs....
and the back stairs.