I got locked out of my apartment this morning for the 2nd time in 24 hours, with my keys in hand. Our original 1927 lock has apparently finally met it's demise & just wouldn't open. Yesterday - our super eventually got up on the roof, made his way down the fire escape, & climbed into our luckily-unlocked bedroom window. This morning, after remembering how easily he got in, I locked our bedroom window (yikes), only to get back from the gym to a door that once again wouldn't budge no matter how much I jiggled & wiggled.
30 minutes later, Edison (our super - he's wonderful) was attacking the door with a combination of a drill, a crow bar & a credit card. It still didn't budge. Let me call my Uncle, he said. He's really good at getting into apartments. A few minutes later, said Uncle showed up, looking quite like the kind of guy who can easily get into apartments. Sure enough, 2 minutes later we were in.
Gulp.
Did you catch the part where I said 1927? Yup. I asked when the building was built, & that's what Edison said. And the doorknobs in our apartment? They're originals. We need to replace the lock frame in our bathroom (it unexpectedly opens every so often, which as you can imagine can be awkward), & I made Edison promise to keep the original knob. I love thinking about all of the people who have touched it over the years - although only because I know they've all been thoroughly disinfected.
4 comments:
pretty door knob. 1927 is cool.
Beautiful. I love doorknobs too and that is an especially pretty one.
I LOVE old doorknobs. When we renovated our apartment, I wanted to keep the 1929 originals, but they don't work with modern doors. It was so sad. But here, on my bedroom floor, I have a fabulous bag of OLD doorknobs.
really old things quite fascinate me. i often wonder if anyone has been murdered or died in my 100+ year old apartment. creepy? maybe. but kind of interesting to think about.
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