TRIANGULAR properties left over after subdivision may be a burdensome possession to the developer. Fortunately, there exist the intrepid builder and amateur architect willing to take lemons and create meringue pie. Passing such a property regularly as I walk to the Post Office, one comes to appreciate, six decades ago, a young man’s vision to mate a six-sided home into a three-sided corner property.
In the mid-1950s, a young cabinetmaker, just married, built this house on newly subdivided farmland a ten minute walk from City Hall. His practice thrived. He lived there the remainder of his life. A decade after his
death, his house was being cleared out for the next occupant. Walking by, I struck up a conversation with the laborers, and was offered a glimpse into the basement workshop. All the tools had been passed to a younger generation. There remained, however, this nice box made by the cabinetmaker early in his career. Rather than allow the locking aluminum-clad craftsman’s toolbox a one-way trip to the rubbish hauler, I brought it home. At present, the box stands on it’s end by the corner of my living room, a pedestal to a flower-pot under a window.