In my boyhood home, in my bedroom closet, there was a false wall that was actually a sliding cedar door, that opened to a walk in cedar closet. You had to slide the clothes over on the pole in the first closet, or you would never see the sliding door. Even then you probably wouldn’t see it if you weren’t looking for a sliding door.
When we played hide and seek with the neighbor kids, they could never find us, ever!
We also had a laundry shoot that had a small access door in the upstairs bathroom, and kitchen, the tin lined, waxed shoot, ended in the basement. It had a screened wire bottom so clothing could air and dry. That was waist high when you opened the door, below that was storage shelves of wire screen.
I always go back to Mithoff Street, in German Village, Columbus, Ohio when I smell cedar wood. Still like the smell of it! And my maternal grandparents lived on Cedar St. in Newark, Ohio.
Yeah, I’d go with a cedar box I think! Or probably, just keep horns hanging around in view, like I’m doing now.