Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Newel post

We're spending Passover at my parents' house, my childhood home. So thoughout this week I'm going to indulge my nostalgia and highlight bits of this home that I love.

The steps going up to the second floor lead up from the front hallway and as the banister descends it ends at this newel post.  For years, back before payments were automated on credit cards, the newspaper carrier would come by weekly to collect payment. One of my parents would pay him and in turn he'd give them a receipt from a tear sheet. Every rectangle they got represented a week's payment. Sometimes they'd pay for two weeks; sometimes four. Then they'd take their tiny little rectangles, each one only about a centimeter by a centimeter-and-a-half wide, and leave them absentmindedly on top of the newel post.

See that tiny gap between the cap of the newel post and the molding? It was just wide enough to push a newspaper receipt through, and don't ask me why, but I was compelled to push them in every time I found them lying there. It's not unlike putting a quarter in a gumball machine; pushing it through satisfies the tactile need for fulfilling a perfect fit.

You don't mess with destiny, and destiny said those newspaper receipts needed to live inside the newel post.

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This Heavenly Life said...

I love stuff like that :)

Nonnash said...

I have a coconut that my grandfather brought back from the Pacific Theater after WWII. It is carved with something sentimental about his war time there, but my primary purpose for it was to hide my Flintstone vitamins in it. For years. Every time I go home, the first thing I do when I go into my childhood bedroom is shake it to listen to the music of nearly 1000 pills.

a li'l bit squishy said...

My oldest two children loved to push dominos through the air flow slots at the top of the fireplace in my parents house. My younger two will never experience such joy since my parents have since banned dominos!!
What a beautiful story, enjoy the time in your childhood home!