Friday Night

I'm going to break the weekend up into different posts, because I think it'll be easier to talk about the pictures that way.

Friday night we didn't get a whole lot done. We just prepped for framing the new kitchen door and the fridge bump-out. This required prying up the floor. I did the manual labor while my spouse cooked. As it should be, hee hee.

I pried up the fake-peg wood floor, and then the layer of wainscoting that serves as another flooring layer, and encountered some old stuff, maybe the precursor to linoleum, which had a fake wood grain pattern on it. Beneath that was a layer of newspaper, and beneath that, the original subfloor.

The newspapers looked pretty old, but it took us a while before we found a date. The stuff we pulled up was from the October 11th, 1934 edition of the Seattle Star, so that was right when the house was built. That means that the crappy fake wood pattern stuff was the original floor. We couldn't salvage any pieces of newspaper, but once we start tearing up the floor in earnest hopefully we'll be able to save some and get it framed. We'll see.

Here are some images of the newspaper. There's an amusing headline, and some sort of advertising graphic that seems awfully lewd to me, especially for the days in which it was published, but what do I know.

Yes, he "'Ate Himself Into His Grave", and that woman in the illustration IS completely naked, with fancy, groping men after whatever's in her lap. Seems the media hasn't changed much in the last 70 years.