Wait, they have Mormons in Narnia?
(Arizona childhood).
I saw a real estate video on YouTube within the past week or so of a very run-down house that had an unfamiliar (to the agent) vat in the basement, and asked people to identify it in the comments, if they knew.
Literally hundreds of people said it was a home darkroom.
Well, not at the time we lived there, but with an over 300 year old house, who knows? And we were on the wrong coast.
I was around ten when we lived there. Thinking about it now, most of the oddities probably resulted from the attempt(s) to split what had become a huge house as sprawling additions were added to accommodate ‘maiden aunts’ and married-but-live-at-home children into ‘reasonable’ subunits for current rental. Definitely that was the cause of the hallway to nowhere. There were other rooms that could have been accessed through what was now a closed off doorway at the end of it, but those rooms belonged to a different subunit while we were there.
Not a room, but an accessory. We were viewing houses and one master bedroom had an eyebolt affixed to the ceiling close to but not completely obscured by the light fixture. The agent didn’t point it out nor did my wife notice (walk-in closet priority). It’s use is up to the discretion of the reader. 
I installed a heavy eyebolt in the bedroom ceiling of an earlier house. I used it for a punching bag (I was taking karate lessons at the time).
Sure but this one was in the master bedroom.
What a real estate listing calls the master bedroom is not necessarily the room the previous homeowners actually used for that purpose. In my grandparents’ house, as it was used while they were alive, where the main dining table was we just called the kitchen, because there was no wall (not even a partial one) between there and the place with the sink, stove, and fridge. The rest of the first floor was the living room, their bedroom, and a hallway. The upstairs had several bedrooms, which were all used as guest bedrooms (they had a big family, so it wasn’t unusual to have lots of guests at holidays).
After they died and the house eventually went on the market, the back hallway was listed as “former front entryway”, their bedroom was labeled as “dining room” despite not connecting directly to the kitchen at all, one of the upstairs rooms that got used every few months was the “master bedroom”, and I can’t even remember what they called the area where the dining table was… Maybe “back entryway”?
I think what was formerly called the master bedroom is now called the primary bedroom by some.
I learn so much here on the S.D!
My 1925- built house in Grosse Pointe Park had a toilet in the basement with 4 crudely- built wooden walls around it with a lightbulb installed in the floor joists above and a string hanging there for turning it off and on. It was original to the house. I guess it was for the maid! That house also had a coal room and a sort of “root cellar” room lined with wooden shelves to hold canned goods.
In several houses I’ve lived in or visited. An eyebolt from which to suspend the light fixture.
I’m pretty sure that no resident of my grandma’s house (in rural, working-class western Pennsylvania) ever had a maid, though. Unless you count older children who were required to do chores.
You’d be surprised how many middle-classed families had a “woman in to do for them” once a week or so. But not a “live-in”, of course.
I mean, I have a gardener coming in once a week.
Good point; I’ve lived in places with hanging pseudo-chandelier light fixtures.
There are eyebolts and there are other eye bolts. The one I remarked on was overkill for a bedroom chandelier.
Substantial enough to hold, say, 200 lbs, perhaps?
Christ, not every bedroom eyebolt is for a sex swing and who the fuck cares even if people are using one to fuck on?
When we first looked at the house we live in now (almost 30 years ago), one of the bedrooms was basically the “Elvis shrine” room. It had all sorts of Elvis memorabilia all over the room, a built-in display case with all sorts of Elvis stuff in it, Elvis pictures on the walls, and a small electric organ in the room.
After we closed on the house and they moved out, the only thing left was the empty display case. Our daughter used to keep her dolls in it.
A friend of mine has a 1 lane bowling alley in his basement (duckpin, of course, since it’s in Baltimore).
That reminds me: there was one house we looked at while shopping for a home which had a blue living room. The walls, ceiling, carpet, curtains and furniture upholstery were all the same shade of blue; it was rather disorienting, like you were floating in space.
Was this so uncommon in the USA? Because many German bathrooms in the 70s had blue tiles on the walls and/or floor, including my family’s.
ETA: dang, speak of reading comprehension 
. So yeah, a blue living room was also rare here in Germany, even in the 70s…
I went to a boarding school in Maine in the 1960’s. Our bedrooms had sinks in the rooms. Just sinks; the toilets and showers (and additional sinks) were down the hall.
We used them mostly to wash our underwear, socks, and blouses in. (Sheets and towels were washed by the school laundry. Most other stuff we took home, eventually, and got it washed or dry cleaned there.)