We had one like this. The stove sat on a raised platform that was painted red. It was a wood stove, then it was converted to burn coal and then retro-fitted to burn oil. There was a pedal on the bottom to open the big oven door. Mom would use a polish on it to make it shine!
Every Sunday my Dad would make pancakes on the oval plates on the stove and at Christmas time we would burn orange peels on them. Can still remember that wonderful aroma!
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Grandma had a stove much like the last one. On a cold, winter morning she would get the fire going and then open the oven door. We would sit on the door warming our backs until the stove was hot enough to cook breakfast. One of my best childhood memories. :)
ReplyDeleteLoved that old stove - must be worth a fortune now if it's still around! Remember hanging my leggings to dry on hook in back of the stove after a long day of sleigh riding! :o)
DeletePatrice Lewis purchased a Baker's Choice wood cookstove in 2015.
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And I use an orange peel (small amount) in my morning coffee with
piloncillo (brown sugar) and a cinnamon stick.
It was a Mexican recipe I found on line. I love it every day.
More info about current using a wood cookstove by Enola Gay.
DeleteSee: http://www.paratusfamilia.com/search?q=wood+cookstove
Thanks for that info, Terry! I just might try some brown sugar! :o)
DeleteNo, we never had one. Dad insisted on a modern house, if we moved into an old farmhouse that wasn't modern the first thing Dad did was install indoor plumbing and propane for cooking, refrigerator and heating.
ReplyDeleteMy maternal grandparents (They farmed with horses.) used kerosene for cooking because it was easier to control the temperature of the stove and didn't heat the kitchen in the summertime. Interestingly enough, they used a bucket in the cistern to keep things cool in the summer.
My grandparents had a farm in New Hampshire - I do remember the well was used to keep things cold in the summer! They also farmed with horses - their farm was call "Blueberry Hill". :o)
DeleteAbsolutely. Great Big Glenwood in the kitchen. A small pot belly in the parlor in the house in Canada. Aunt Eleanor or another of the Aunts or my Mumma would get up 1/2 hour before anyone and start up that fire breather. Warm the kitchen and while them men were out in the barn milking, all us kids would scamper downstairs with our clothes shivering... until we got into the kitchen. Warmth! Blessed warmth.
ReplyDeleteI am not sure I would go back, knowing how much work it all ways, but I would not give up the memories for anything. The smells and the colors, the laughter and all the rest that goes with a big family (a family commune in fact), make up who I amdd. Those movies play again and again in my thoughts and dreams. Thanks for the memories and all the funm as always...
Cap'n Jan
And sorry for all the typo's. Sitting on my boat all squeezed up in the 'salon', makes for difficult typing. I need to remember to proofread!
ReplyDeleteThank YOU for all the fun!! I stop by every day!
Cap'n Jan
Isn't it wonderful that we have so many fond memories of growing up! A certain aroma or song can send me back 60 or 70 years! We are the lucky ones! :o)
DeleteGlad you always stop by, Cap'n Jan!