The Cross House

A Magical…Portal?

High up, on the rear kitchen porch of the Cross House, there be a small door.


This mysterious door, it be told, was, in a faraway time long long ago, where an Ice Man would show up in the wee morning hours and deposit huge blocks of ice. All this would be done without waking the Cross family or staff from their deep, dreamy slumbers.

Many years would pass before a new-fangled creation called electric refrigeration caused the Ice Man to retreat into the deep forests of Emporia and, never more, would ice would appear in the wee hours, as if by magic.

Never more.

Never more.

Never more.

Time misted over, innumerable decades passed, and the small, mysterious door remained closed.



Ages passed and the mysterious door was never really noticed. Its once wondrous significance was, eventually, forgotten.

Time passed.


Then one day, in an age far far away from 1894, a Scotsman named Ross was high up on a ladder. He was near the mysterious door but its presence was unnoticed as the Scotsman was occupied with other matters of great importance.

Just before descending the ladder though the Ross detected a whisper. A whisper from a long ago age.

The whisper called out to the Ross.

The whisper was from…the Ice Man.

The Ross turned to the whisper, and gazed upon the small mysterious door high up on the porch. He had never opened the door before.

What though would happen if the Ross reached through time?

With curiosity suddenly ablaze, the Ross, indeed, reached out, while holding tight to the ladder, his heart aquiver…and opened the small door.


After many passages of time had passed, the small magical door was opened, and ages morphed into a singular moment.


Peering inside an era from long ago, the Ross observed wooden slats which once held great frozen blocks of water.


Later, after scouring ancient texts, the Ross learned that electric refrigeration had became common in the 1920s, forcing the Ice Man into retreat.

And with this retreat, for almost a century, the small door high up on the north porch had been overlooked.




But there be stories across the land, even today, which tell of the Ice Man whispering, whispering, whispering about the true meaning of the small door high up on the kitchen porch of the old Cross House.

And if you listen close, really close, you can hear, it be said, a single word: Narnia.




14 Responses to A Magical…Portal?

  1. I didn’t know whether to expect Narnia or a raven!

    Oh, and beware, Ross. The Cross House has a LOT of Magical Portals, some to Times Long Forgotten. One can become bewitched and unwilling to make the return to the Present.

  2. I was intrigued by the ice door and Googled around for more images and found this delightful blog by Sarah. She is LIVING a Victorian lifestyle in her 1889 home. She has some “cool” insights into her icebox (yes, she uses an icebox as her refrigerator).

    I hope this link works.


    • Wow! What a neat idea. I wonder if you made a list of the quirks and questions you have about the house (like the telephone closet switch), if they might have the answers!

      Either way, what an interesting resource.

  3. One of the things I love most about old houses are the signs of daily use from many years ago. The way that the sill of your little door is worn down is a testament to the many heavy blocks of ice that someone slid through it, morning after morning, a hundred years ago… To me, that is just as impressive as the details of the door itself. I wonder who the person was who made the rounds early every morning, if they enjoyed their work, if they ever made more noise than was necessary to remind their customers of their presence, if the Cross family had a mean dog to make the job more interesting, etc…

  4. I admit I am totally ignorant when it comes to magical ice doors so prepare yourself for a silly question. If the wondrous portal is high up on the kitchen porch, just how did the ice man reach it with his giant blocks of ice? Surely he didn’t climb a ladder each and every morning!
    I can remember my grandparents using an old icebox because their house did not have electricity (or indoor plumbing), but we went to the icehouse ourselves and purchased the big blocks of ice for a dime each. This was during the late sixties and early seventies. I also remember the milkman making his deliveries every morning. The sound of rattling milk bottles on the front porch woke me many mornings. Cherished memories.

  5. I was just thinking, this would be the perfect place to have parcels placed by the Fed Ex person!! (Can they be trained to follow special delivery instructions though?)

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