The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
No guesses? I'm wondering about snow drifts. There are stories in the area about entire houses being buried, or streets piled so high with snow that you could walk across between the upper windows of the houses on each side. Maybe this house was built shortly after the famous winter of '47?
Hi Laura-My guess is that there was once a porch or staircase off this door which became rickety or unsafe and had to be removed.Back in the '60s, a friend and I lived in a little mountaintop cabin where the front porch had crumbled and fallen over the hillside, leaving about a 7 foot drop from the threshold to the ground, so we just used the back entrance.Apparently the owner couldn't afford to replace the porch and stairway which is how a couple of kids fresh from high school came to live there. The rent was cheap!;~)
Hmmm - that makes sense, too. Especially on the larger houses, where perhaps the second story was separate quarters for hired help or married children or such, and the staircase provided a separate entrance.
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