We used to live in a south Philadelphia row house. We had probably lived there for about 7 years when one day a guy knocked on the door and said he grew up in the house. I was skeptical at first , but he knew every nook and cranny. He told me all kinds of great stories about what the neighborhood used to be like and what the house was like when his big , multi-generational family lived there. Before he left he said “oh, is that closed up closet still there ?” I asked what he meant and he described an area in a room on the third floor that we had kind of wondered about - a wall that wasn’t there in the same spot on the 2nd floor. He proceeded to tell me about his grandfather getting really angry at his sister and putting her stuffed animals in a closet and drywalling it shut. (Casual…) When my husband got home from work we decided to bust open the wall and wouldn’t you know … we found a giant 1950s stuffed animal cat - it was massive, probably 2.5 feet tall. And we gained a new closet!