Last year a man came into the farm yard here at the Fat Ewe and parked, rolled his window down and stared out. He did not get out of his truck, just sat there. I wondered what he was up to and went out. I asked if I could help him and said no and continued to stare off in the distance. Then he apologized saying his mother passed away that morning, Hazel Hannah, was her name and that he grew up here and lived in my house. I invited him in and gave him some coffee. Then he took me on a tour. He told me there was a door to the basement from the outside of the house and he brought the firewood for the winter in through it. We demolished the rotten porch and could see a bit of the door, which of course, is visible on the inside. I would think that having a door with stairs would be far more convenient than going through the house down the trap door. Many things do not fit in the narrow space and although the basement door is not wide, it would be much easier in the long run. The door would come up in the porch we are rebuilding or possibly to the outside. Travis dug out the door with the skid steer, which is leaking hydraulic fluid and cannot be driven until the nice mechanic man comes tomorrow and sees where the problem lies.
In the meantime the secret door is uncovered and retaining walls will be built to allow easy access. The sink will have to be moved over, but the general layout of the rectangular porch will remain the same. Old houses are so much fun, don't you think?
In the meantime the secret door is uncovered and retaining walls will be built to allow easy access. The sink will have to be moved over, but the general layout of the rectangular porch will remain the same. Old houses are so much fun, don't you think?
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