Have you heard about the time-capsule home? It’s a Toronto house currently for sale (for a mere $699,000) that has, as the realtor blurb puts it, been “Lovingly Maintained By The Same Owner For 72 Years!” But not only has the owner lovingly maintained it; he/she has also lovingly not changed it a bit. It is perhaps the ultimate period piece, and I gather it’s really been making the rounds on Facebook and Twitter as a result. (My thanks to my friend Melshean for drawing this bit of social-media whimsy to my attention.)
You can get a bit of a sense of the place from the basic listing here; but do yourself a favour and also click here (or on the Virtual Tour link when you’re on the main listing) and check out the full 33-item photo gallery. It’s eye-popping, I guarantee.
However, I can’t quite put my finger on what time this time capsule is from. I mean, 72 years ago would be 1942, and the decor is definitely not that. Fifties? Sixties? Yeah… ish. I guess it looks to me like all the puffiest and most ornate things from the ’50s, ’60s and maybe even ’70s are all still in this house, in utterly pristine condition. It’s quite something.
But I’m not here to talk about the decor in general; I’m here to talk about the one photo in the Virtual Tour that really grabbed me. The breakfast nook, people! I knew what it was the instant I saw the photo, which is atop this post – as did you, admit it. “Self,” I said to myself, “that is a breakfast nook. And hey – what ever happened to breakfast nooks?”
Well, do you have the answer to that question? I sure don’t.
Doesn’t it kind of make you nostalgic for the midcentury days when people thought there was enough space in their suburban houses to have a whole separate place (okay, “nook”), complete with small table and puffy banquettes, to eat their breakfast? (As opposed to any other meal?) And isn’t it charming that they thought this was such a desirable thing, a separate place to eat one meal of the day? Perhaps it made those 1950s young marrieds feel like their newly purchased (and mortgaged to the hilt) split-level really was a castle. (Probably minus any servants to bring toast done to just the right shade of brown and a freshly ironed copy of the Telegram.)
I’m sure it goes without saying that the Manse, built in the Victorian era (and thus well before post-World-War-II upward-mobility striving), has no breakfast nook. And probably never will. But as I’ve been looking at that breakfast-nook photo over the last couple of days, I have to say I’ve been feeling kind of nostalgic about the whole idea. What do you think?