The Cross House
Yesterday, I came down from high up on the scaffolding and sat in a chair, in front of a fan on high, to cool off.
Then I heard a knock on the front door.
I was not expecting anybody, and instantly thought of the great line by Dorothy Parker wherever somebody knocked on her door, or when her telephone rang: What fresh Hell is this?
Nervously, I peered around the corner and saw three people standing in the vestibule. Two of these persons looked somewhat familiar.
This unexpected trio soon revealed itself. And the trio came bearing gifts!
Amy is the granddaughter of Frank and Esther Toms, who owned the house during the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s. I had met Amy and Brian last year, briefly. They were in town again (they live out of state) and wanted to bring me some documents they had found: two deeds to the house pre-dating the Toms ownership.
Then I gave everybody a hyper-quick tour (the family was running late) and it was fascinating to hear Amy’s stories about the house which she had not been in for many decades.
As we walked through the first-floor stairhall Amy said that the north entrance was used by the Toms as the main hotel entrance. This startled me as the obvious entrance was the west entrance with its inviting double doors. But Amy assured me that the north entrance, and its single somewhat forbidding door, was the main entrance when the house was still being operated as a motel.
I never knew that. Fascinating.
Upstairs, Amy stated that the small room in the SE corner, originally the housekeeper’s room, was used as a communal kitchen by people occupying rooms on the second floor. “There was a sink in this room, a small stove and fridge, and a table with chairs.”
I never knew that, either. Fascinating.
Brian also stated that they might, might, have an old photo album with interior images. Well, this got me super excited and what choice did I have but to cast a magical spell on Amy: You will find the album and send it to Ross!
I do not recall that any of my previous spells have ever worked but I am crossing my fingers that this time is the charm