For the record, if you think this is some sort of Metaphor story, it’s not. it’s litterally about my Grandmothers door. Now, to have this make sense we need to go back in time. Like over 50 years ago. I was born into a family that lived all over the world, and home was where ones family was. Moscow, Paris and Munich, but real home was were my Grandparents lived in Arlington Virginia. In this case, my fathers Mother and Father, he was the Admiral I have done a story on, HERE and she, Sylvia was a very smart active woman of the day, having graduated from University of Michigan and raising a family while in tents and such surveying around the world themselves. Later settling in Arlington before WWII.
But for me, they were stead fast in the house I would always know as home. I lived there for weeks at a time in the summers and worked on the house, painting, repairing etc, as I grew and in the yard. Man did I work in the yard. Those weeds! Grandmother was the Azalea Queen in Arlington back in the day when such titles were given out. So, to the door. When Grandmother died back in 2006 ish at age106, the house was sold to the County for a fire house or some park, not sure. 2.5 acres in North Arlington overlooking DC. It actually, was an amazing house. My vision of a perfect house design. Anyway, the house was going to be torn down. NOT happy about it, but it is what it is and I requested permission to salvage the house. Heck I wanted to move the house. But impossible. Bridges and all sorts of issues. The beltway! Yikes!
And man did I salvage it. Molding, doors, lights everything that even hinted at character. Funny thing when all the details are stripped from a home. It’s just 4 walls. And as I was leaving with my trailer full of stuff, I glanced at the front door and thought. Mmmmmm, Grabbed a crow bar and took the entire thing out. I am sure some of my never ending back issues are related to that last Mmmmmmm. Well, that was in 2007 and the stuff sat in my barn in Reedville VA and slowly has been installed in the house there. Built in 1925. Except that dang front door. And this past weekend, in it went into the barn. Now, you may ask what inspired the final push.
Well, our new sponsor who makes Vintage Doors. Called… Vintage Doors. They are amazing and the more I thought about doing a story on doors and how they are a first impression and how a beautiful Vintage Door is like hinging a Classic Boat to the front of your house, I was motivated. I had the door, the entire set up and the burning knowledge that a family member has walked through this door for close to 100 years, no matter where the door is located, it’s a transition into my world, my door way to life. My mother met my fathers parents going through that door, My father went off to War through that door, cousins, friends, famous people, not famous people, maybe even a President, ( Eisenhower, and Truman ) went through that door.
And so you see, this story was in deed about a door, but not just any door, my family door, my Grandmothers Door….. Just think, you could replace that lame ass Home Depot builder grade door with an amazing custom Vintage Door and start a family tradition of your own! You can drool all over their website HERE
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