The definition for this expression is wrong. “Down cellar” does not mean “downstairs” it means “in the basement,” as affirmed by kraduate’s comment. It is a New England regionalism (note its inclusion in regional lists). I am a native New Englander but my wife is not. I have managed to move her from “in the basement” to “down in the cellar” to “down the cellar” but she cannot shake the pesky article. It sounds like it could be a survival from immigrants from Yorkshire. Unfortunately it is succumbing to the homogenization of American English.
What's wrong with your wife maintaining her own regional vocabulary? I've never understood the smug attitude of people from the East Coast. Sorry for the rant, but I've had personal experiences with people from the East Coast putting down other American regional accents and vocabulary, Believe it or not, people from other areas of the country are quite satisfied with where they live, the words they've grown up using, and don't need to adopt East Coast regionalisms or shake pesky articles. What vocabulary of hers have you adopted unmockingly?
VM seems to suffer from an impaired sense of humor. It may comfort him to insult some effigy of his prejudices to compensate but I do not appreciate being his target. This is a lexicographical site, not a therapy couch.
Gosh--it's been ages since we had a hilarious misunderstanding around here. Shall we commence with the phony umbrage taking? I'll start. First, as a nebraksan, I take umbrage at the notion that accents are somehow hip or cool. Why, around these parts, we pride ourselves on the notion that we make the most versatile newscasters because we have no accents. Ha! Second, I take umbrage at the notion that VM's humor is somehow impaired. Watch as I balance on this unicycle and toss fufluns toward the vendingmachine. Does it not spit quarters back at me? (Or those dreaded dollar coins that are impossible to feed into the coin slot on the city bus?) And last, but not least, I take umbrage at what I anticipate to be bilby's next comment--something along the lines of "take my wives... please." Sir, I take umbrage; not wives.
Oh! And I take umbrage at the apparent lack of a cellar list--surely we'd like a nice spot for root cellar and storm cellar and that silly business about cellar door--right? I nominate bilbykins to make one for us. Just because.