The previous owner of the Cross House, Bob Rodak, gutted the four-story servant’s stair. He remove all the door and window trim, labeled each piece (thank you, Bob), and set all that in the Aladdin’s Cave.
Last year, when I was able to at last empty the cave, I sat all these many bundles back inside the stair tower, next to their respective window or door.
Yesterday, still in the grip of Fussy, I felt compelled to reinstall some of this trim.
Had all this trim been thrown away it would have been a nightmare trying to recreate it. Impossible, actually, as I would have no idea of What Was There. And my coping skills are way less brilliant than those of the 1894 carpenters.