Monday, November 30, 2009
I've Been Waiting A Year To Post This Picture
I remember that Daddy would stoke that baby up so hot that you could see the embers glow through a big long crack in the "belly."
I remember that if you stood in front of it like she is, your face would be on fire and there would be icicles dripping off your behind.
I remember that Mama would keep my supper warm on it.
I remember that we heated with coal and it was my job to shovel the coal into the bucket and bring the bucket to the porch.
I remember opening the door and gazing mesmirized at the glowing embers.
I wonder why so many of my fondest memories are wrapped up in that old drafty log home? At the time most of my friends were living in much much nicer homes and I was ashamed of where I lived. If I had only known then what I know now............