The Mystery Nook
When I moved into my 1940s-era home a couple years ago, I noticed this strange little nook in the hallway. It wasn’t very deep, maybe about three feet high, and it had a peaked top. I stared at it for a full five minutes thinking:
What in the world is this for?
It was too small for a bookshelf, too awkward for a vase (believe me, I tried), and for months it just sat there — empty, unused, taunting me.
