Where there are pipes, there are also planks. So far, in the cottage, we have found four different under-layers beneath the flea carpet that is now gone. There was the initial linoleum, a mish-mash design of rock-looking things and metallic gold paint. Before I could put on the disco music, Stanley had pulled that up to reveal the second layer: green and gold fluer-de-lis on older linoleum. Next was the plywood layer. Finally, the sturdy, thick, heavy planks of real wood. They look like they could stand another 60 years. Original hardwood? Is this what design freaks seek out in older homes? I think we will just be grateful to have this durable under-layer and proceed with some sleek, no-holes, well-fitted laminate and be glad for the technology that produced it.