Recalling one word (like bedroom & bathroom).
On Second Avenue, Salt Lake City, the east side door, entry from breezeway between the house and garage, led to our regular way through the mudroom to the basement stairway door and (what is now called) the great room — family dining room and kitchen. (A simple architectural sketch would have helped here.) Coats were hung and boots were removed; Lassie’s meals were prepared.
Our remodeled home in East Mill Creek, SLC, had the most memorable mudroom — designed and built by my father-in-law. The entrance by the garage led to a large, white-painted room with an island of specious closets for hanging coats, etc. It was the perfect place for the washer, dryer, and wall-mounted ironing board (cabinet) by the inner door. The far side with a door to the garage had a work counter with shelves above it. That became an office space for me — a challenge to keep it organized and materially minimized. Friends still remember being impressed by that large mudroom. It surpassed the design we had an architect draw for the home we fortunately did not build in Mountain Green, Utah. (Recall the Great Recession, 2007-2009.)
Memories of family life in those and other mudrooms prompt recollections relating to family history we treasure. What are your mudroom memories?
