Cellar Door

A wood slat door. Down a cobblestone stairway or perhaps concrete stairs leading to dark, stagnate air domain. A single ancient incandescent Edison bulb is flipped on to illuminate now merely a darken space. Cobwebs hang from overhead. Or are they spider webs? Onions bound together also hang from the floor joist. Floor to ceiling rustic shelves contain empty mason and ball jars covered with a thin film of dust. Others contain the results of a summer’s growth, tomatoes, beans, pickles, jellies and jams. The ragged old wooden potato bin is heaped with soil incrusted potatoes. Located, typically under the kitchen of an old farmhouse or under the wash house where clothes are worsh, and babies, momma’ and papas’ bathe. The old root cellar preserved food and life occasionally when the wicked storms with winds arose from the west. The root cellar was a necessity of a time some of us have lived.