The photo challenge for this week is to share a picture of a door.
Just last weekend, I was in Janesville, Wisconsin with my entire extended family who had gathered for a memorial service for my mother, who died last December. The weekend was filled with activities, including a visit to a historical home, listed in the National Registry of Historic Places, that was built by and belonged to my great-grandfather, Allen Perry Lovejoy Sr. The house played a prominent part in my father’s childhood, growing up without a father, but often visiting his paternal grandparents. The home contains many interesting features, including a beautiful front door, which has a scene etched into the pane:
Below is a close-up of the doorknob on this door. My great-grandfather had a daisy pattern imprinted on it because his wife liked daisies – and daisy-like flowers are a motif throughout the house.
During this latest visit, the young owners had begun to replace some of the decorative parts that had been stripped by earlier owners. Above the front door, the decorative lintel has been replaced (a matching one in dark blue frames the entrance to the foyer):
Other doors in the house had their own stories to tell. The door on the far end of the dining room was originally a fireplace. (It now has a crooked EXIT sign over it).
When the YWCA took over the building, they eventually built an addition, which contained a ballroom where teen dances were held. I remember attending these when I was in junior high – they were called “Swing Lobby”.
Access to the ballroom required that the removal of the dining room fireplace and replacing it with a door. Now that the house is being restored to its original intent and design, the young couple who lives there and is doing the restoration has converted the dining room back into a dining room. However, the door stays – and last fall they were married in that ballroom down the hall!
After exploring the first and second floors, we ascended further to the third floor, and in one of the back rooms was a ladder leading to the attic – which I hadn’t known existed before! I climbed the ladder with some trepidation to find myself in a confined, stuffy attic, but which also had a doorway – leading to the roof!
Those of us who climbed to the attic (including my young cousin, Isabel, pictured in the doorway) stepped out onto the roof where we had a panoramic view of the city of Janesville – we could only imagine how much prettier it must have been in the 1890s, when few of the current buildings obstructed the view of the river and beyond.