Why were there two windows on the outside, but only one inside?
I’ve mentioned in previous postings that as a university student I lived in a big old brick house that had been divided up into eight apartment suites.
Well, this neighbourhood was full of these grand old houses, the faded relics of a once elegant part of town. Across the street from where I lived was another three and a half storied mansion that had met the same fate. My friend Kim and her roomie lived in a suite on the third floor.
One day while looking at the outside of her building, Kim noticed two small windows on the third floor. One was her bathroom window, but the other was a mystery, shrouded in shiny tin foil.
Kim looked around inside her apartment for the second window, but there was only the one small window in the bathroom. Curious now, she looked in the bathroom closet. Sure enough, there was a small door inside on the back wall of the closet. She opened the door and crawled into a room about the same size as the bathroom, obviously unused for many years. The walls were unfinished, and the window was covered in foil.
When Kim showed me this hidden room, we had a grand time imagining what its function had been. Perhaps a fugitive had been harboured here, or a loonie old aunt back in the era when loonie relatives were sequestered from polite society.
But, this is Canada. We didn’t have an underground railway here. Canada was the destination – once they got here they didn’t need to hide anymore. We don’t get many real life Nancy Drew/ Hardy Boys style mysteries here.
Kim asked her landlady if she knew anything about the hidden room. She didn’t, and neither did three former owners of the house.
The boring reality is likely that whoever divided the house into apartments just closed off half of a room to make the bathroom a normal size.
A hidden room is still a fascinating discovery.
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