The Joy of Discovery

There is great pleasure in discovering new things. Be it a new restaurant or café, a new author, a friend, learning something new or, as in my case, an old newspaper.

My girlfriend and I are currently in the seemingly endless process of house upkeep and maintenance. This Sisyphusian process often leads to all kinds of discoveries that are more often financially … how best to describe it? stressing.

The first discovery was that the house’s weeping tiles are non-existent. This is going to be a costly repair, thankfully my girlfriend and I see our roles as caretakers of the house rather than homeowners. It’s a mindset that really helps when living in a century home (that and the fact that the bank still owns more of the house than we do) and the ever-growing list of things to get done.

As one might imagine, after learning of the weeping tiles we made a few more discoveries: mice, pipes freeze in the winter, bricks need re-mortaring, and toilets constantly keep running.

Over the winter and the last few months, we have been slowly saving for the big fixes but have also been tackling some of them ourselves. We re-mortared the foundation outside and then came inside the basement to re-mortar from the inside as well.

We first had to take down the drywall and pull out the insulation and a good thing we did. The insulation was mildew covered and the drywall not far behind. Once all that was tossed, we discovered just how beautiful the basement looks with the exposed foundation. We are still not sure if we will put drywall back up, the idea of using the basement as a cold storage for wine, canning and preserves is rather tempting too both of us. Plus, the drywall would hide some of the amazing historical features of the house that are still visible.

The old coal shoot is still in place, along with the small furnace for heating. Hard to imagine that it is what kept the house warm at some point in history.

As we were finishing up and checking the bricks between the floor joists, I found a cavity and pulled out loose rubble and fill when something odd caught my eye: a lump of crumpled paper. At first, I thought it was likely homework that a former resident had hidden away to get out of doing it. Once I had it out and in my hands, I saw that it was an old newspaper.

Cautiously my girlfriend and I opened the paper. It revealed mouse chewed holes, but also some lovely looking ads and articles of the day. Once it was all laid out, we had a few pages of a 1924 Winnipeg Free Press! only ten years younger than the house itself. It’s a mystery how it ended up between the foundation walls, however, one ad in the paper that was still in okay condition made us smile.

The lithograph of a boy and father with paint brushes sat above an ad for paint. The wording emphasises the importance of upkeeping a house for maintaining its economic value and that regular painting is part of that maintenance. It goes on to wonder if the father will teach his son the importance of upkeep on the house and if the son too will buy paint when he is of age and has a house of his own.

We plan to frame the advert if we can. Not only does it represent the legacy of this century home (along with the coal shoot and old furnace), but it also embodies our idea of being caretakers. This house will outlive the both of us and there is a certain joy in knowing that we will also leave our mark on it and maybe leave a few mysteries to be found a hundred years from now.

– KMSB

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