I was documenting Apartment 3 before we got too far into demolition last Sunday. (I guess I don’t want my memories of the house in its present state to fade or something.) Through my viewfinder, I saw a blackened spot on the door.
I get closer. Yep, that’s charcoal all right. I recognize it from the fire that went up through the middle of the house sometime in the 1950s.
I call out to Don, “Hey, did you know the fire got here?”
He answers, “Different fire. Look at the gas heater.”
So, I look.
(from inside the shower)
He says, “Push the door open.”
So I push.
Look: the door fits right around the heater. Can’t see it? Don helpfully pointed out that a view perpendicular to the door would help.
See? The door just wraps around the heater. Another fire the house escaped without falling down.
The Little One has asked that we fix this before she moves in. There’s enough wrong with the house that I’m not positive we can promise, but we can try.
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House history uncovered! We know there was a mild kitchen fire in our house at one point.. .the rafters are charred. Amazing what you find out when you start to look.
Scary! Still, that is a great heater. If you pull it out, I’ll buy it in a heart-beat. Be careful with the radiants. They break easily.
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