|MY FAMILY HOME in Dresden from a water colour painting collection. Note the two front door entrances. Also one of the original front door keys, inserted.|
The homes had one particular, striking thing in common -- two front entrances. I have always wondered about the practicality of dual entrances, but given the formality and conditions of the era, it does make some sense.
The one front door, usually slightly recessed, opened into the "keeping room", where the family kept house. The area usually contained a large fireplace or wood-burning stove for cooking, a pantry, and of course table and chairs for regular family meals and relaxing. At the turn of the century, fire-burning fixtures were slowly replaced by gas-burning stoves in pantry areas that were expanded into full-fledged kitchens, completed by the advent of electrical refrigerators to replace the former ice boxes.
Family members and close friends were generally the only ones to use the keeping entrance. The other front door would lead into the living room or front parlor, which were generally used for special occasions. Our formal front entrance in Dresden opened into a small vestibule which led to a second floor stairway and the front parlor. Special guests and strangers just naturally gravitated to this door.
It was not uncommon too in those days that deceased family members would lay at rest in front parlors for visitors to pay their respects before removal for the actual funeral service itself and interment. The formal front entrance allowed for easy casket negotiation and placement with minimal disturbance for the family. In my case, two sets of grandparents and my father lay at rest in what we called our "front room". I always had an uncomfortable feeling about that and one of the reasons that I eventually sold the home -- too many memories, adolescent impressions, and ghosts from the past.
There was normally a wall between the two front doors which could, if necessary, be converted into two separate family living quarters. In our case, after my father passed away, the formal front door conveniently served as a natural private entrance for second-floor apartment renters.
It is interesting to note, too, that some churches of the era also had two front entrances, one for men and the other for women. It may just be my imagination, but it seems to me that a lot of the older Presbyterian churches were built that way (i.e. churches that I have belonged to in St. Thomas, Simcoe, Prince Albert (Sask.), Brampton and Southampton). Men and women even sat on opposite sides of the sanctuary in earlier days. Schools were also built with separate front entrances, one for boys and one for girls. In the old Dresden Continuation School that I attended, separate entrances and playgrounds for grade school kids were at the back of the building. The one front main entrance was for high school students with the other for the exclusive use of teachers.
At one time. even hotels and so-called beverage rooms had separate entrances and accommodations for male and female patrons, but I am straying a bit off topic.
During and following the Great Depression, the location of our home on Sydenham Street seemed to attract the attention of transients (tamps, hobos, beggars) of the day. I remember in particular, one handout solicitation at our "keeping" door. It just happened to be at supper time on a hot summer evening and my mother, who always prepared more than enough food for one sitting, invited the bedraggled stranger to have a seat on our front porch. Within a few minutes she returned with a plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes, carrots and gravy with a slice of apple pie on the side and a glass of lemon aid with which to wash it all down.
In no time at all, our unexpected visitor was knocking on the door with the empty plates and utensils in hand. "Thank you very much Misses," he said. "That was as good as if I'd had a full course meal!"
From that time on, I never finished one of my mother's meals without repeating the hobo's left handed compliment.
Awe me -- the past...the thing of which memories are made.