
As I’m directed to the basement of this 1950’s cap cod style
home I’m reminded of Indiana Jones looking for great treasure in great
tombs. I flip the light switch to on at the top of the stairs but only
the steps are illuminated. Fortunately my vintage stainless steel flashlight is
at the ready. The beam of the 50 plus year old flashlight picks up the
stair tread. The steps are covered in black with white fleck linoleum tile.
I move down the stairs and reach the bottom step. I pause here and
before stepping off onto the floor I swing the flashlight around the dark,
dusty space. The walls are covered with 1960’s paneling. It’s a low ceiling with
recessed lighting. The floor, what I can see of it, is the same black and white
flecked linoleum tile. A layer of dust blankets everything. There is a smell
here of things old, ignored and forgotten. The proof of life surrounds me here.
How long has all this stuff been down here I wonder. The entire space is
occupied by stacks, racks, piles, boxes and containers of a family’s life. I
will scour through these gems in just a moment. However, first I must dig
out what the flashlight beam has detected as
vinyl covered stools. With a
closer examination I uncover seven sets of black
metal hairpin legs supporting
two tone vinyl seats. They are either
Frederic Weinberg or
Arthur Umanoff
designs. Both are names of well known designers from the mid century modern
period. So, seven stools, seven trips through the dark basement, up the
stairs and out into the light of the front yard. I know that the new light that
falls across these stools promises them and me a new tomorrow. With this
empirical knowledge I turn and return to the basement with the promise of more
treasure.


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