{"id":6776,"date":"2011-08-14T20:05:51","date_gmt":"2011-08-15T03:05:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/?p=6776"},"modified":"2011-08-14T20:05:51","modified_gmt":"2011-08-15T03:05:51","slug":"good-bye-old-door","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2011\/08\/14\/good-bye-old-door\/","title":{"rendered":"Good-bye old door"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Since I was five years old, I wanted a house with one of these. On the outside, it&#8217;s a door knocker, which nobody these days would ever think to use &#8230;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/2011\/08\/14\/good-bye-old-door\/doorknocker\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-6777\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/DoorKnocker.jpg\" alt=\"Old-fashioned door knocker\/portal\" title=\"DoorKnocker\" width=\"450\" height=\"600\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-6777\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/DoorKnocker.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/DoorKnocker-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 450px) 100vw, 450px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>On the inside, it&#8217;s a portal that opens to lets the person outside declare themselves friend or foe. You know: &#8220;Joe sent me&#8221; (I could run a speakeasy!) or, &#8220;The eagle flies at midnight&#8221; (I could be a spy!) &#8230;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/2011\/08\/14\/good-bye-old-door\/doorknocker-02\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-6778\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/DoorKnocker-02.jpg\" alt=\"Inside of door knocker\/portal\" title=\"DoorKnocker-02\" width=\"450\" height=\"570\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-6778\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/DoorKnocker-02.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/DoorKnocker-02-237x300.jpg 237w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 450px) 100vw, 450px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was thrilled when my new-old house came with one in its front door. Alas, after having this brass relic for one year, less three days, my potential careers in bootleggery or selling secrets have ended. The front door had to go and with it my childhood fantasies.<\/p>\n<p>You can see the deplorable condition of the old door. Or part of the deplorable condition. You can&#8217;t see that the old door was also two inches too narrow for the opening (cobbled in with an ugly board) and almost 1-1\/2 inches too short (cobbled in with nothing; the sunporch became a lake when it rained). It also wouldn&#8217;t lock from the outside with its Depression-era (or perhaps even Edwardian-era) hardware.<\/p>\n<p>Last weekend at a garage sale I scored a brand-new, still-in-the-wraps, pre-hung steel door with a pretty window in the top. It&#8217;s even the right size and has the correct direction of swing. $80 &#8212; Garage sale kismet strikes again. The sellers even delivered it for me. This weekend, out with the old, in with the new. <\/p>\n<p>Will probably post a picture once I&#8217;ve finished painting the new door and its frame. It&#8217;ll be more attractive &#8212; and no more indoor swimming pool. But oh, I&#8217;ll miss scaring Mormon missionaries, pamphlet-waving church ladies, and cookie-bearing Girl Scouts by suddenly appearing to them as a shadowy (and I hope sinister!) figure through a hole in the door.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since I was five years old, I wanted a house with one of these. On the outside, it&#8217;s a door knocker, which nobody these days would ever think to use &#8230; On the inside, it&#8217;s a portal that opens to lets the person outside declare themselves friend or foe. You know: &#8220;Joe sent me&#8221; (I could run a speakeasy!) or, &#8220;The eagle flies at midnight&#8221; (I could be a spy!) &#8230; I was thrilled when my new-old house came with one in its front door. Alas, after having this brass relic for one year, less three days, my potential careers&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2011\/08\/14\/good-bye-old-door\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Good-bye old door<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,31],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6776","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-home-improvement","category-rural-and-small-town-living","ratio-natural","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6776","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6776"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6776\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}