The Cross House
As this is officially Obsessed With Hardware Week, things way way way on the bottom of the endless To Do list at the Cross House have been pulled up to page one.
And on page one are skeletons!!!!!!
In the butler’s pantry were a bunch of keys hanging, many of them classic skeleton keys.
But none were marked.
In the past, I half-heartedly tried to find which keys fit what locks, but to no avail.
This week however, Brian was at the house, and he seemed interested in all things hardware. Brian is very young and loves old houses. This just warms my old heart, and I delight in knowing that at least one young person is interested in taking up the cause of old houses when I am long buried. I have been worried that young people all want sensible houses. At least this what my real estate agent tells me. And I never argue with Lacie.
So, Brain and I went to the basement and hauled up the hardware boxes, grabbed all the keys from the butler’s pantry, placed these treasures on a plastic card table, and went at it.
Key after key after key did not fit anything.
Then Brian whoopped! I looked up, and he grinned wide as one key open/closed a lock!
This energized us, and we ran all over the house fitting keys into locks, Brian in one room and me in another. There were lot’s of drats but then the occasional whoop reverberated through the huge empty house.
It is a big house with more doors than there are numbers in the federal debt but we finally found the right fit for about 3/4 of the keys.
This begs a question: WHAT do the other keys fit?
Yes, it is all kinda silly. I mean, these are just keys and locks. Yet each match produced a whoop and a tingle of satisfaction rippling down a spine. Sweet. With each match Brain and I repeatedly open/closed the lock, a big smile of delight and satisfaction across our respective young and old faces.
Brian and I felt victorious. We were key GODS!