Tuesday Photo Challenge – Old: 23rd January 2018

I remembered the title and checking back, found this post on the subject of OLD
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2017/05/30/tuesday-photo-challenge-old/

I could reblog it as it contains photos of my Mum and Dad, Teddy Bear (Named Grandad) and my Dad’s cardy, both of which I still have by the way.
We lost Mum last week. She is united with my Dad now, so in keeping with Frank’s photo, I’m going with a building.

Frank’s Photo this week: The Colosseum in Rome
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/43011194/posts/1742962177

Our fifth residence in fact, 2007 to 2014.

Built in 1847, it was originally the village school, and often Hubby and I would sit in our lounge and try to imagine what it had been like then.
With four large windows on the front, we imagined that to be the original corridor, and what was our dining room and separate lounge the two classrooms as we could make out a doorway in the wall between the two where the plastering wasn’t exactly brilliant. Our fireplace was central, and so probably heated both rooms.
The front bedroom also had telltale lines of a previous opening, and we believed that could well have been the school’s entrance hall. From what we were led to believe, the second (middle) bedroom was the Teacher’s private quarters.
There was an extension on the back of a bathroom and third bedroom, then another on the side to house the kitchen. Inside was a small warren of corridors leading from one area to the next. When Mum came to stay she kept getting lost coming out of the bathroom, ending up in the kitchen instead of her bedroom. At night, we put a small night light in her room and had PIRs set up in the lounge, back corridor, dining room and kitchen, which would trigger when motion was detected. It helped and saved her fumbling in the dark for a light switch.
At that time, most vehicles were a horse and cart, and the building was above the road line. As time passed though, traffic volume changed and the road was built up, and up, and up with various layers of tarmac until the property was actually some three feet below road level. This was a killer when it rained as the water flowed into our garden. We also had that famous pot hole I’ve written about!

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