Sleeping in the Doctor’s Office

The big, old house where my family lived the first nine years of my life had previously been the home and office of a doctor.

His examination room became my bedroom.

In my bedroom on Christmas night with my new doll baby and festive clown pajamas that I received from Santa.

It was a big room and I liked it that it was in the center of the house — next to Mama and Daddy’s room (that, btw, had been the doctor’s waiting room), and close to the bathroom and the stairs that everyone else sleeping upstairs had to come down — I never felt alone.  Important to a little girl in a big room by herself.

I don’t remember ever questioning that my room had a sink in it.  Maybe that is because the only times the sink was actually used was when Mama and my sister Martha Lou experimented with developing their own pictures a couple times and made my room a temporary “dark room” and used the sink for the processing.  Other than that, it was just ignored.

I wish I could now go back and look at that house with adult eyes.  I realize now that it had some very unique features like that sink.

I guess it’s fortunate that when that was my bedroom, I was too young for it to occur to me all the interesting things that had probably taken place in that very room like births, surgeries and even deaths.  That’s a good thing because I think thoughts like that, especially of deaths, might have kept me from sleeping peacefully.

8 Responses to Sleeping in the Doctor’s Office

  1. Linda says:

    It’s such a treat to see these old photos and hear the childhood memories. Very few photos of my childhood have survived. I never knew that about your house…that it had been a doctor’s home and office. Maybe he was a very good doctor, and nobody ever died in his office. 🙂

  2. Sandra says:

    Thanks, Linda. That’s the way I see it too — he was so good that none of his patients ever died! 🙂

  3. Hilary says:

    I love looking at old photos such as these. That sink looks so much like the one we had where I lived for the first 12 years of my life – a beautiful old apartment building in Montreal.

    It is indeed a good thing you never thought about all of the previous visitors to your room as a child but with an adult’s eyes, it would be nice to know that this is where people sought and received comfort and care.

  4. Sandra says:

    Hilary — That sink may have been standard issue at some point in the early part of the 20th century. Our childhood homes may have been built about the same time.

    I like your take on how to think about the history of my bedroom. I hadn’t thought of it that way — very positive. Thank you. 🙂

  5. Chrissy says:

    interesting how different rooms have become! Back then everything had a function and purpose! I’d like to think that the items we put in our homes always have function and purpose, but some of the stuff we put in our homes now are a luxury. Not that I’m against it, but what a change!!

  6. Sandra says:

    Chrissy — They definitely “made do” back then. My grandparents and even my parents would be amazed at the “luxuries” we take for granted now. (And they would all have a good laugh over the fact that we BUY water!) 🙂

  7. C. Beth says:

    I particularly love the little baby doll carriage. Something so sweet about those old toys.

  8. Sandra says:

    Beth — I like seeing what my dolls and their “stuff” looked like too! 🙂

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