A little more about our stained glass basement, yes basement, door from the previous post.
As I said earlier, we brought this door with us from the previous house, however it wasn’t original to the house; it came from Pete’s family cottage, located just over the Wisconsin border.
Pete’s grandfather built one of the first two cottages on that lake, hauling all the supplies each weekend from Chicago. It was built in the mid-1940s; how he did this after WWII and starting a jewelry business during the Depression, I’ll never know, but he was obviously very resourceful and determined.
It was a small cottage with a couple bedrooms and an open dormitory-style attic where the all the kids would sleep.
As Pete and his older siblings began having children of their own in the late 1970s, they had to build an addition to accommodate everyone, and this solid paneled door came home with him. I’m not sure where it was originally used in the cottage.
He found the large stained glass panel at an antique store with the exact dimensions of the middle panel, cut out the wood from the door and installed the glass, framing it with a small piece of quarter round.
He stripped and stained the door, and he made the upper piece of stained glass to match the large piece. The wood stain isn’t the best, and it’s a little on the red side, but I still love the door. He did a great job matching the upper glass panel to the antique stained glass.
By the way, the door IS hanging straight — there’s just an obvious slope of our basement floor in this area toward the sewer drain, which is about 8 feet away on the other side of the stairs.