My new (historic) home has two stairways. The front stairs are dramatic. The back stairs, which descend from the maid’s quarters into the kitchen, could easily be replaced with a zip-line or a fireman’s pole.
I love this house for reasons too plentiful to recount, including, or perhaps particularly, the treacherous staircase. There are no railings and the steps are so steep and narrow, it’s easiest to ascend them on all fours and descending them quickly requires steadying yourself with flat palms against the walls.
The steps have been painted the most lovely blue imaginable.
If I had to choose a favorite place in this house, the attic would win. The treacherous staircase, though, is where I seem to spend a lot of time, not just going up and down, but thinking.
Box o' Ducks 
I like that you are writing about your new (old) house.
Ken,
This house has a truly fascinating history. Thanks for reading, and commenting.
Jane
Watch your step. Jane. I hope someday I’ll have a chance to come for a visit.
Ron.,
I can see the train station, where the Orphan Train made its first stop, from here. It’s two short blocks away and Amtrak stops there, now. I also have a view of one of the few remaining American Elms.
Lots of stories here. Come find them.
Jane
this is very exciting! exploring the nooks and crannies of a new home is always a fun discovery! watch you step! 🙂
Rina,
Thinking can be treacherous . . . 😉
xox
Jane
We once over 50 years ago looked at an ancient farm house that had 2 staircases. Have not seen house with 2 since. I do love attics also!
Sue,
I love watching the expressions of delight on the faces of those who walk through the front door and I can’t wait to work in the yard! I’ve resisted posting many photos until I clear the clutter, but they’ll be forthcoming.
xox
Jane