We have been having a lot of fun in this little room in the basement….
And since we technically don’t have to cleanup …. I’ve decided this messy little corner of the world, is my new favorite space. When we originally left this room in the basement unfinished, the plan was to use it for storage. However, I then later realized…. I hate messes and therefore don’t keep anything!?!
Last week , I was able to take some photos in a beautiful spot downtown. And one kind of stood out. Maybe it was the conversation with my grandfather a few weeks before he died. He died this past December 2015. One of his favorite things to speak of, was his youth. My town is rather small, and my family was part of the group of original families to take part in making the town what it is. So when my grandfather would tell me his stories, I hung on to every word.
One of his last stories, involved the town hall. Which, as luck would have it, can be viewed from this upstairs room.
And the decor up there… Well… It’s right up his alley….
Called “the Sinatra Room”, it intrigued me from the start. But what really hit close to home, was the realization of where I was standing.
According to grandpa, this place used to be an old warehouse. They used it as storage. Sometimes it was a go between space for the extra stuff from the Town Hall. And my grandfather liked to tell me about how ringing the bell in that old building, was equivelent to taking your life in your hands and chucking it out a window, in hopes that you could fly. And the kids who made it up the staircase, were mighty brave indeed.
But here’s the irony… The day we said goodbye forever ? We came here, to this old warehouse. It’s a restaurant now. Well, technically 1/2 is. While they’re joined, one part is a casual pub and the other is on the higher end with a large wine selection. It’s a wrap around, joined by the kitchen in the center, both sides owned by one person. And the upstairs from the photo also has a banquet hall. The bonus is, one of the original doors from the warehouse is still in use.
So somewhere between taking the photos and finishing the editing… I found this one to be my favorite….
And then, I sort of thought… How can I stick that spot… That spot that my grandfather probably stood while moving things about ( he was also a police officer , a mason, tool and die maker and on the town council)… How could I stick that spot in my living room?
We’d just built and art studio in that stole little space, in our basement.. That tiny little waste of space…that is now….my heaven….
And pulling elements from the photo onto a canvas was probably the most fun I’ve had swimming about in my own brain, than I’ve had in over a decade.
So I guess for now… I’ll sit right here and glance towards that old town hall. Maybe I’ll even hear that old bell.
I really hope you’re watching back…