MY BASEMENT IS A DUNGEON

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(This is not actually our basement, but looks sort of like it.)

We moved from the city last fall, into a farm house which was originally built in 1875.  This little treasure was almost completely destroyed during the tornado of 1945, but part of it remained and was rebuilt over the top of the cistern which is our basement.  It’s large enough to house all the mechanicals.  The walls are made of bricks.  It’s remarkably dry and clean.  My husband has even thought about making it into a wine cellar and using it for days when he needs to get away from everything.

I, on the other hand, have not yet been down there.  There is some room for storage, but the thought of having a dungeon below our primary abode is a little disconcerting to me.  The day may come when another tornado spins through this part of the country and I will have to seek refuge in that place, but unless that happens, I will remain on terra firma.

I have visions of bats, spiders, rats and other assorted critters and frankly they all scare the bejeebers out of me.  I imagine weird things going on in that space at some time and it curdles my stomach.  Too much “Criminal Minds” thinking.  The thought of dungeon stirs the imagination to times when criminals were shackled to the walls and left to die – or instruments of torture were set up to execute justice.

Actually, I have too vivid of an imagination, so I will simply avoid that place and enjoy the rest of my “new” old house.  So far the only relics on the property are my husband and me.

 

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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11 Responses to MY BASEMENT IS A DUNGEON

  1. We once had a historic home that had a very dungeon-like basement. I always felt like there was someone watching me down there. It was creepy and I was pretty much the only one that ever went down there. Enjoy your new old house!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      We really love this place, with slanted floors and all. It is right on the highway, which is something we hadn’t planned on, but we’ve turned it into our “little house on the freeway.” Imaging that the highway noise is the sound of the ocean. It’s perfect for us in this point in our lives.

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  2. I’m liking the wine cellar idea!!!
    then you can have candlelit dinner in the “cellar” 🙂

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  3. Wally Fry says:

    That’s pretty neat!

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  4. My husband and I are in the process of buying a house that has a small partial finished basement. My hubby wants it for his man cave, I want it for my writing studio. We may have to flip a coin.

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