Someone once told me that our home in Yazoo city was just another character in our story. Like any character, our homes, whether old or new, have a back story.
My sister and brother-in-law's home situated on the Tchoutacabouffa River on the Mississippi Gulf Coast has an interesting history. Much of their home utilizes reclaimed wood from an old schoolhouse in New Orleans. One of my favorite "tells" are the doors. These grand 12 foot beasts were once the entrances to elementary classrooms and have had their doorknobs moved a little north to accommodate taller passers.
I was explaining this to Ellie, and had her stand next to the door to demonstrate how the lower handle would have been more accessible to someone of her stature. I noticed that the doors seemed to have a good bit of heft for something intended to be opened by a first grader.
It turns out the original doors were half as thick. To make a more sturdy door, the craftsman had combined two doors for each passageway. Tara pointed this out to me and can be seen in the following picture.