Doorknob

This was the doorknob to the basement door. I always thought it was pretty ornate for a basement door. I remember going to the basement to get toys. It was an old wet musty basement, and scary as a kid. I can still see the clothes washer in the middle of the floor at the bottom of the stairs. We thought it was cool to put the clothes through the hand ringer. My Mom tells stories of how Grampa used to make his own beer in the basement. Funny how a bottle or two blew their caps and Grampa had to drink it so it wouldn’t go bad. I wonder if Gramma knew he loosened the caps?