Day 4
Oh, the memories the blazing coals send forth with those searching flames. They warm my spirit as well as my flesh. I imagine sitting on top of the brilliant orange coals when the wind brings the arctic blast through this cracked old house. Not to worry, this thought is quickly dismissed as are the thoughts that want me to veer off bridges- "just to see." I am not suicidal just dangerously curious in my thought-life yet scared as a rabbit in my real life.
Wood stoves heat beyond the need while coal stoves radiate a constant pleasurable heat. I am grateful for this stove that has warmed our children's hands and backsides as they have sought warmth.
My memory of your stove from childhood--staying late one night to babysit while you and Lynn were out. It was cold and I propped my feet up on the stove, pressed against the grate. I thought your stove was the most wonderful thing ever. Only to learn, as the night progressed, that heat on rubber soles results in meltage. I was so worried that I had ruined your precious stove! Learned my lesson that night.
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