The Old Wood Stove
The huge storm back home in Newfoundland got me thinking about how nice it is to be hunkered down with a nice wood fire when a raging blizzard blows around outside.
There was always just something different about the heat, hearing the wood crackling and popping. When I was younger, most everyone had an old wood range similar to this one in their kitchen, with a wood box nearby. I can still remember the names things had, damper, lifter, poker.
We’d open up the firebox either with the damper on the top, or from the door in front to feed in wood and slabs. The oven would be stogged with bread baking nearly every day, and water on the side in the tank staying warm for washing, or whatever else.
The kettle was always on, and always full, and ready for a cup of tea, and underneath the oven, our ski-doo boots would be warming or drying after we’d come in from sliding on the old coaster, or making forts and tunnels in the drifts. Up top our mitts and socks and vamps would likely be drying in the warmer.
One of the dampers often had multiple rings, and we’d have one open with the old wire handheld toaster over the top, toasting some of the fresh homemade bread and coating it with butter and molasses.
Seems like others remember too, I saw this range when I was looking at appliances this past fall. Nice to be able to keep the old alive with the new, though a bit out of my price range.
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
The Old Wood Stove
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