The cellar

    Our cellar is a dank,dark,forbidding, area best left alone. Aside from eating the cat, the cellar personifies a dreary dungeon. Originally a spring ran through this cellar; in that remote past this was quite a plus for the house as the occupants could keep their milk, cream, and other goods fresh longer in the cold spring waters. You must remember that when this house was built , refrigeration had not yet been invented. Well, having a spring running through your basement is no longer a plus. Previous owners have tried to stop the springs flow with only partial success. So the basement is wet in places and damp everywhere, except in the furnace room. The cellar is so forboding that a sliding bar lock was placed on the cellar door permiting it to be securely locked from inside the kitchen. A lock on the inside basement door, interesting, don't you think? My only experience with the basement was the disappearance of our cat which I noted in an earlier entry.