This little post engendered a wonderful chat. I think most of us must have fond memories like this.
I would like to mention the sitting-room closet, which held a certain fascination for me. Here the explorer would find my mother’s bowling shoes–truly mystifying!–and her tennis racket, although I don’t remember her ever playing tennis until much, much later in life. The carpet-sweeper was also in there. Do we still have carpet-sweepers?
Ah, the smell of ironing! And the black-and-white TV. And kneeling on the couch by the window, watching the snow come down…