The weather forecast was not good but the day I arrived looked to be the best so I had arranged to meet up with my brother and visit a National Trust property called Mr Straw's House in Worksop which is not too far away.
Nick and I had been twice before and found it fascinating. My brother had never been and found it just as interesting.
You can look it up easily on the NT website but in essence it belonged to a Mr Straw who was a grocer and married the butcher's daughter from across the road from his shop. They bought one of these semis and turned it into a family home, soon afterwards buying the house next door. They lived in one and rented out the other. As the very charming NT guide said, grocers were very wealthy people in those days. When first the father then the mother died the two sons changed nothing about it at all. It stayed exactly as it was during the late 19th and the 20th century when the last of them died in the 1990's and bequeathed the contents to the NT and the property to the existing tenant. It was already a living museum so the NT bought the houses from the tenant and now we can all visit.
It's full of such familiar stuff. Many of the items were a part of my childhood especially in the early 1950's and 60's when we lived with my grandmother.
As the NT guide said, it's a good job neither of the two sons were married as any wife would have gone through the house like a dose of salts and none of this would have been preserved!
My grandmother's kitchen was just like this.
The house we lived in as a child was a between-the-wars semi with fireplaces like this in the bedrooms. One of them was still there when my father sold it in 2003.
The bedrooms were just like my old childhood bedroom.
(Without the manekin!)
I wonder if picture rails will ever come back into fashion.