I've Been Waiting A Year To Post This Picture

I don't remember where on the web I found this picture, but I immediately copied it.  It reminds me of my childhood.  No no not the girl, the pot belly stove.  It is just like the one we used to heat our old house with.  It was in the living room, and now that I think about it, it was the only source of heat that we had.  I don't know how my brother and uncle kept warm in the back part of the house. Mama and I slept in the living room when it was really cold.  Mama would heat bricks on it, wrap them up in blankets and put them under the covers at the foot of our bed. 
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............