A questioner said:
We pulled down a false wall in the cellar of our 1857 house and found this! What is it? Any idea?
May be an image of water heater and hearth
Some of the people comments about this found were:
How come no one talking about the tea kettle that’s just suspended in the air
Weird it was covered
My mother cooked on one of these, she made amazing meals, also bread and cakes, Friday was bake day. We lived on the moors in the borders of England and Scotland. I now live in western Maryland, US.
Excellent find, too bad it was not a treasure chest
That is beautiful. An antique dealer will give you quite a lot of money for that. I wouldn’t move it or touch it until I talk to antique dealers.
What an amazing find. I wonder why the former owners covered that up.
Nice I would start tearing down other walls maybe find something else!
It was probably too heavy to get it out of the cellar so they left it.
Wooooow lucky you I would be over the moon and use it with pride … I remember staying with my nan at weekends she had one and remember her having an iron on there to do her ironing … and doing toast on the fire it was lovely… lucky you 
What a treasure
So the original kitchen may have been in the cellar or it was the kitchen for the servants. Love it
I’d leave it right there. Dust it off. Then design around it. It would be the focal point of your room.
NO!!!is it full size or a child’s size? Whatever! What a FIND!
It appears like they intentionally closed up the fireplace with stove and kettles intact for a future find like this. As a builder/contractor we almost always leave little mementoes or time capsules in the wall or closed off portions of the build. We often include owners information and pictures as well as our information. Coins from the year we did the project. Even bran new tape measures or hammers. Sometimes I’ve included brief essays on current events or political thoughts. It’s fun.
Imagine putting a wall up with the kettles still on the stove!
It looks child Size. That’s truly amazing!
Do you think this was original kitchen?
Wow! They left the tea pots in there!!
I used to black lead one of these for my gran, when I was a child. Of black lead can still be bought ot will come up like new.
That old black grate is in great condition. So what are you going to do with it?
What are your thoughts?
Owning an old house often feels like holding a piece of history in your hands. Each creak and groan of the floorboards, each worn corner, and each weathered brick tells a story. When we bought our 1857 home, we knew it had secrets. Little did we know that one of its most remarkable stories was waiting to be uncovered behind a false wall in the cellar.
The Discovery
Our journey began with a simple home improvement project. The cellar, with its stone walls and cool, damp air, had always intrigued us. One wall, in particular, seemed different. It sounded hollow when tapped and had an odd, almost hidden, seam running down its length. Curiosity got the better of us, and with a few tools and a lot of determination, we decided to investigate.
As we carefully dismantled the wall, brick by brick, our anticipation grew. Finally, the last layer crumbled away to reveal a dusty, forgotten room. What lay within was beyond our wildest dreams.
The Hidden Room
The room was like a time capsule, sealed away and untouched for decades. Dust motes danced in the beams of our flashlights, illuminating a collection of objects that seemed frozen in time. We found old furniture, crates filled with yellowing papers, and a variety of curious artifacts.
Treasures and Traces of the Past
Among the most fascinating finds were:
Antique Furniture: A beautifully crafted wooden rocking chair, a small writing desk, and a trunk filled with linens and clothing from the 19th century.
Historical Documents: Letters, diaries, and legal papers that offered a glimpse into the lives of the home’s previous occupants. One particularly poignant diary detailed the daily life of a woman who lived in the house during the Civil War.
Vintage Tools and Equipment: A collection of old tools, a sewing machine, and even an early model of a phonograph.
Personal Items: Family photographs, a set of silverware, and a few pieces of jewelry that likely held sentimental value.
Piecing Together the Past
As we sifted through the items, we began to piece together the story of the house and its inhabitants. The documents revealed that the house had been a refuge during tumultuous times. The hidden room might have been used to store valuables or even serve as a safe haven during periods of unrest.
One particularly fascinating letter was from a former owner to a relative, describing how the false wall was constructed to protect the family’s most prized possessions from potential looters during the Civil War. This discovery added a layer of historical significance to our home, connecting us to the broader tapestry of American history.
Preserving Our Find
Realizing the importance of our discovery, we decided to preserve and document everything we found. We contacted local historians and museums, who were thrilled at the prospect of examining the artifacts and documents. We even received guidance on how to properly preserve the items to ensure they remained in good condition.
A New Chapter for Our Home
Uncovering the hidden room has deepened our appreciation for our historic home. It’s more than just a place to live; it’s a repository of memories and stories that have transcended generations. We plan to incorporate some of the artifacts into our home decor, creating a small museum-like display to share the history with visitors and future generations.
Conclusion
Our discovery behind the false wall in the cellar of our 1857 house has been nothing short of extraordinary. It serves as a reminder that the past is always with us, waiting to be uncovered and appreciated. As we continue to explore and restore our home, we look forward to uncovering more secrets and preserving the rich history that lies within its walls.
I Brought My Son to Meet My Boyfriend’s Parents — What He Discovered in My Boyfriend’s Old Room Rendered Me Speechless
Mia, a single mom, finally felt a flicker of hope with her new boyfriend, Jake. Their weekend getaway to his childhood beach house seemed idyllic. But when her son Luke stumbles upon a hidden box filled with bones, their picture-perfect escape takes a horrifying turn.
Hi, I’m Mia, and I work as a fourth-grade teacher. It’s a job I love, not just because I get to mold young minds, but also because it gives me the flexibility to spend time with my son, Luke.
Being a single mother isn’t easy, but for five years now, I’ve managed to raise Luke mostly on my own. His dad, well, let’s just say “present” isn’t a word I’d use. Weekends with Dad were more like a distant memory for him than a regular occurrence.
Things finally started to feel a little lighter four months ago. That’s when I met Jake. He was a fellow teacher, kind-hearted and with a laugh that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
And best of all, Jake loved kids.
However, I wasn’t sure about how Luke would react upon knowing I had another man in my life.
Luke had always been so attached to me, and I believed the thought of sharing me with someone else would affect him.
So, despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I knew it was time to introduce Luke to Jake.
The thought gnawed at me for days, but finally, I decided to take the plunge.
“Hey, Luke-a-doodle,” I chirped one sunny afternoon, finding him engrossed in a particularly intricate Lego creation. “What would you say to meeting someone special for lunch this weekend?”
Luke looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Special, huh? Like superhero special or birthday cake special?”
“More like friend special,” I explained nervously. “His name is Jake, and he’s a teacher too, just like me.”
Luke’s brow furrowed. “Another teacher? Does he have a beard like Mr. Henderson?”
Mr. Henderson, our ever-patient custodian, was practically a legend amongst the students, thanks to his impressive salt-and-pepper beard.
I chuckled. “No beard, but he does have a really cool laugh.”
The following Saturday arrived, and with a knot of anticipation in my stomach, I introduced Luke to Jake at a local pizzeria.
Initially, Luke hesitated and clung to my leg. But Jake quickly put my little boy at ease.
“Hey there, Luke!” Jake boomed, crouching down to his level and extending a hand. “I’m Jake. Your mom tells me you’re a Lego master?”
Luke peeked at me, then back at Jake, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. He hesitantly took Jake’s hand, his grip surprisingly firm.
“Yeah, I can build spaceships and T-Rexes!”
“Awesome!” Jake exclaimed. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two sometime? I’m pretty terrible at anything more complicated than a simple tower.”
That did the trick. Luke’s chest puffed out with pride.
The rest of the afternoon unfolded with a steady stream of dinosaur facts, Lego building tips, and Jake’s (admittedly terrible) attempts at replicating Luke’s creations.
By the time we left the pizzeria, Luke was chattering non-stop about Jake’s “funny laugh.”
That initial lunch was just the beginning. Over the next few weeks, we spent several weekends enjoying outings. Picnics in the park, trips to the zoo, and even a disastrous (but hilarious) attempt at bowling.
It was then, after several shared weekends and a growing sense of “rightness” between us, that Jake and I decided to take things further.
Recently, Jake invited us to visit his parents’ house by the ocean. He thought it would be a nice getaway for all of us.
Honestly, the idea of a relaxing weekend by the sea sounded perfect to me. Luke was also excited.
The moment we arrived, Jake’s parents, Martha and William, enveloped us in a warm hug. Their house had a charm that whispered of childhood summers.
“Come on, let me show you guys my old stomping ground!” Jake announced, leading us up a creaky wooden staircase.
At the top of the stairs, he ushered us into a room.
“This is it,” he declared proudly, pushing open the door. “My haven, unchanged since the great escape. I mean, since I moved out for college.”
The room was a snapshot of Jake’s teenage years. Faded posters of rock bands adorned the walls, their edges curling slightly with age.
“Wow,” I breathed, a nostalgic pang tugging at my heart.
Meanwhile, Luke darted across the room, his eyes wide with curiosity.
He knelt beside a dusty box overflowing with plastic figures and miniature race cars.
“Cool toys, Jake!” he exclaimed.
Jake chuckled, scooping up a handful of the toys. “These bad boys are veterans of countless battles,” he said, kneeling to Luke’s level. “Want to see if they can still hold their own?”
Luke’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Can I play with them here?”
“Sure thing, buddy,” Jake winked.
As Luke began playing with the toys, Jake held my hand and pulled me closer.
“Let’s go downstairs,” he whispered into my ear before gently planting a kiss on my cheek.
Leaving Luke behind, we headed downstairs. I sat on the couch in the living room, adoring the beautiful house, while Jake chatted with his folks in the kitchen.
Suddenly, Luke came running downstairs. He looked absolutely terrified. He grabbed my hand and pulled me furiously towards the door.
“What’s wrong, Luke?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“Mom, we need to leave now because Jake…” Luke’s voice quivered, and his eyes darted around.
“Calm down, sweetie. What’s wrong?” I knelt beside him, trying to soothe him.
“I found a strange box with bones in his room. We need to go!” he blurted out.
“What do you mean, bones?”
“In a box, under his bed. Real bones, Mom!”
I looked at him, my mind racing with possibilities. Did I trust Jake too quickly? Jake had always seemed so kind and caring.
Could he really be hiding something so sinister?
“Wait here,” I told Luke firmly, though my voice wavered with fear. I quickly made my way back to Jake’s room.
As I entered, my eyes were immediately drawn to the box under the bed. With trembling hands, I reached down and pulled it out. Lifting the lid, I felt a jolt of shock.
There they were: bones. My mind reeled, and without wasting another second, I grabbed Luke’s hand and we ran out of the house.
My heart raced as I fumbled with the car keys.
In no time, we sped down the driveway, leaving Jake’s parents’ house behind.
Soon, my phone buzzed incessantly with calls from Jake, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I was too scared and confused.
After driving aimlessly for a few minutes, I pulled over to the side of the road. I needed to think clearly.
Soon, the reality of what just happened began to sink in, and I decided to call the police. I dialed 911 with shaky fingers and explained the situation to the dispatcher.
Within an hour, I received a call back from the police. My heart pounded as I answered.
“Mia, the bones are fake,” the officer said, his voice calm and reassuring. “They’re replicas used for teaching purposes. There’s nothing to worry about.”
I felt relieved, but the feeling was soon replaced by guilt. How could I have jumped to such drastic conclusions? I felt embarrassed and ashamed.
I realized I had let my fears get the best of me. I had overreacted in the worst possible way.
At that point, I knew I had to call Jake. With a deep breath, I dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Jake, I’m so sorry,” I began. “I was scared, not just for myself, but for Luke. I know I jumped to conclusions, and I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me.”
“Mia, I understand your feelings,” Jake replied. “You were protecting your son, and that’s natural. I forgive you. Come back here. Let this be our funny story, not a reason to break up.”
I smiled through my tears and heaved a sigh of relief. Jake’s understanding meant everything to me. I turned to Luke, who was watching me with wide eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, pulling him into a hug. “Everything’s going to be okay. The bones weren’t real. They’re just for teaching. Jake isn’t a bad guy.”
We drove back to Jake’s parents’ house. They looked quite worried, but I quickly explained everything and apologized for leaving abruptly.
We spent the rest of the day relaxing by the ocean, the tension gradually melting away. That incident marked the beginning of a stronger bond between us, and now, we often recall it with a smile.
Jake even laughs at how I rushed out of the house with Luke that day.
What would you have done?
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