Fun With Sub-Panels, Part II

When we started this project, little did we know that further surprises were lurking in the (unfinished) basement.  Something was hiding there, in the dark.  It had been there for many, many years.

It was a fourth sub-panel.  And it had probably been there since 1920.

I hesitate to even call it a sub-panel.  I will have to post a picture of it in a future post.  

While pulling wires, our electrician found a box.  A cigar box. An OLD cigar box.  Lined, of course, with asbestos.  Inside?  Two fuses.  

This cigar fuse box led to an old electrical outlet in our front room.  We suspect that when the house was originally built in 1916, the front room had lights but lacked any outlets.  The original owners must have jury-rigged the cigar-box approach in order to add their first outlets.