My grandparents had that! It had an old TV, old furniture, and pictures of old people who I didn’t recognize. Sometimes my grandparents would close off this den, but we were never allowed to touch things in there either way. I thought that the people I didn’t recognize from the old photos were some family who was renting the room from my grandparents; the doors were obviously closed when this imaginary family was home.
My wife and I bought their house, donated everything we could to museums or families who need stuff, and have turned it into an office/gym/workspace. But my mom, wife, and I still call it “the other people’s living room,” just like I did as a kid.
My grandparents had that! It had an old TV, old furniture, and pictures of old people who I didn’t recognize. Sometimes my grandparents would close off this den, but we were never allowed to touch things in there either way. I thought that the people I didn’t recognize from the old photos were some family who was renting the room from my grandparents; the doors were obviously closed when this imaginary family was home.
My wife and I bought their house, donated everything we could to museums or families who need stuff, and have turned it into an office/gym/workspace. But my mom, wife, and I still call it “the other people’s living room,” just like I did as a kid.