My Nan always called it..

Our glory hole was the box room off my bedroom.

Mum called it the scullery and the larder was used to store crockery. We too had a glory hole. Wonder where the name came from? It was a large cupboard off the front bedroom and over the stairwell. My dad's old kit bag was in there and mum, a keen dressmaker, stored all her left over bits of material in it. A bit like a memory store!

My gran said Back kitchen
My mum sometimes referred to it as the kitchenette.

My gran also had a Press (airing cupboard)
The hall was The Lobby.
The Lum = Chimney
And The Gloryhole.

Press is Irish isn't it, they still use that word when I m over there

I was once tempted to buy a house simply because it had a boot room. Unfortunately, the house needed quite a lot of renovation so I settled for something in better condition – but no boot room.

I can relate to that absent, my ideal would be a house with a large utility room for dogs, white goods and clothes drying. You can keep conservatories etc just give me my utility.

My nan's rented house where she lived until I was 12, had steps leading up to the front door. I never went through that front door, nor did family. We went down the narrow alley at the side of the house and into the back room. There was a room either side of the hall one a living room one a dining room. I don't remember these ever being used. At the back was the room they spent all their time in which contained the TV, 3 piece and dining table and chairs, off of that was a small scullery as nan called it. A belfast sink, an antiquated gas cooker, a food cupboard and a hand made bench with a chunky wooden top used as a work surface. I used to be given the job of scrubbing this after use. The back room had a door into the 150ft garden which contained the outside loo. There was one bedroom on a half landing up the windy staircase up a few more steps to nan and grandads room round the corner a couple more steps to the huge attic. She then moved to a two bed council flat

My granny had a scullery where food was prepared and cooked, and the room she called the kitchen was the dining room containing a huge table which converted to a billiard table.
My childhood home had a 'glory hole' under the stairs. I read on GN once that the term now has a different meaning, with advice not to Google it!

Our living was always called 'the front room' even though it was at the back of the house.

Our living room ...

We had a huge, ancient, floor-to-ceiling dark oak cupboard on our landing which was always called the "kist cupboard" by Mum. I think "kist" might be a Scottish word although we have Irish ancestry
so maybe it could be Irish? Anyone know?

My gran rented a small terraced house with a very small scullery, with a cooker and sink and one cold water tap, the only source is water in the house. to go to the toilet meant a trip outside to a shed with a plank of wood aceoss a hole and a bucket of water by the side with bits of cut up newspaper on a nail. London circa 1960. She lived there until she died early 80's, in the same conditions.
My house was similar until we moved out of london .
Our children and grandchildren couldnt begin to imagine just how hard life was in thosel days.

My Nannie had a scullery and she had been in service. She also had a coal hole under the stairs where her singer sewing machine lived (the coal was outside in the yard).Her kitchen was what we would call the living room and she also had a parlour which was never used.She lived in a tiny terraced house yet one room was kept for "good"!

We had a larder, a walk in cupboard off the kitchen that my father put shelves in and mum kept tinned goods etched. Our fridge was kept in there. Our chest freezer was in the kitchen and used as a work surface. Our bathroom was off the kitchen! And freezing! The toilet was outside all bar a drafty wooden door (essentially in a lean to porch) full of creepy crawlies and ice in the winter!
My grandparents had a parlour I don't remember being in and a room for every day use.
I live in Scotland & some people still have a 'press' and a worktop is a bunker!

Like you silver my gran rented a small terraced house, (probably called a cottage now!) and we lived with her, with a cousin and aunt right up until the war, when another aunt and cousin moved in and we moved out. She had a scullery, and there was a cupboard there which was under the stairs where the coal was kept. We also had mice in abundance, so a cat was a necessity. Food and crockery were kept in a large cupboard and in the corner was the boiler which was lit every Monday, for the family wash. The cooker was in another corner. The loo was outside, and we had just the one tap for cold water. A small room for us all to use - there was a lovely range there in the winter, and of course the inevitable front room, which nobody ever used, until she was unable to walk up the stairs when it became her bedroom.

Sorry to lower the tone but a great aunt of mine did complain once about the mess left in her back passage by the coal man

When I was growing up we lived in a terrace of small Georgian houses. There was a hole in the front step covered by a metal lid. The coal man delivered a couple of sackfuls through this hole and it dropped into the cellar. I suppose it saved him walking right round and then through the house to deliver it. I never dare stand on the metal coal hole lid in case I fell six feet down into the cellar!!

My granny kept apples in the box room, cider apples I think. It smelt divine!

I wonder if this is a " northern " expression. I was born and brought up in the north and we always said back kitchen. It had a walk - in pantry, a built in laundry copper were you had to light a fire underneath of it. A small sink and a cooker. The stairs to our bedrooms was off the back kitchen.The front room were we had the table and chairs and comfy seats had a big Yorkshire Range fireplace. You could actually cook on that and I believe many people did before they had a cooker installed in the " back " kitchen, hence I think were the expression may have come from. My husband from the very south of England found some of these northern words and expressions ( of which there were many) both puzzling and hilarious in equal measures.

Yes, I remember the glory hole...the place for anything and everything. When I first got married in the 1960's my gran came to see our first home. Oh, you have a glory hole too, my gran exclaimed when she found the cupboard under the stairs. The thing I remember with horror about gran's house was the outside loo. There were sheets of torn newspaper for toilet paper, and a six inch gap under the wooden door. The local cat always squeezed in under the door and sat looking at you. Memories eh?

I heard of 'back kitchen' when I visited 'up north' for the first time. The first house I remember as a child had a kitchen and a pantry OUTSIDE! So regardless of the weather out my mum went to get the food. When we moved the pantry was indoors but we never had a scullery.

My grandma lived in the North East of England. There were rows and rows of terraced houses with the front doors grouped in twos. One door led to a bottom flat and the other to the top floor. You opened my grandma's door and had to walk up a flight of stairs to her main room. There was a tiny scullery off that and 1bedroom. The people in the downstairs flat still had a huge range in the main room so obviously, originally, the cooking was done there and not in the scullery! The toilet was down the back stairs in the yard and was shared by the occupants of both flats. Everytime the people downstairs used it my grandma would go down and give everything a good scrub as she didn't approve of their lack of hygiene. They were a family consisting of both parents and 2 children, a girl and a boy, all in a 1 bedroomed flat with an outside toilet!

I still dream, sometimes, that I'm back in that flat, which has now been knocked down. It was the happiest place I've ever know.

My nan called it 'the scullery'

My Nana, in Darlington, had a back kitchen in her small two bed terraced house. It opened onto the back yard where the closet was. It housed a large mangle, a table, the 'stove' and the sink.A long shelf above the table was for the pots, pans and basins. At the back was the pantry with a marble shelf and a hanging meat cupboard.

Grandma, in Wimbledon, had a kitchen similar to that of Nana except no mangle but a wash boiler and a plumbed in bath with lift up formica lid! Above the bath was the airer and on rainy wash days the lid was opened and the parafin heater went in the bath to dry the washing on the airer. It caused a fire when a stocking floated off the airer and was set alight by the parafin heater!

I recently mentioned the word glory hole and the room went silent. Then giggles from everyone and my daughter said, 'It has a different meaning nowadays' she told me not to look it up on google. Took me ages to figure out what it meant.