I installed a pocket door in my son’s basement several days ago. The basement remodeling project has stretched out over a year because we can only work together on Saturdays and on occasional days he can take off from work. It was a unique pleasure to show him how simple it is to install a door that disappears into a wall.
He remembered the pocket door we had at the last house I built for my family. He and I would play railroad crossing when he was a toddler. I would close the door slowly as he approached it on his tiny rolling horse toy. When the imaginary train had passed by, I’d open the door, allowing him to travel back to the laundry room. Such fun memories!
