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There were several special spots in our house. One was by the coal stove in the kitchen. Daddy had his stool in the corner and could have his feet on the oven door. We all the oven. On Monday mornings the stove had a roaring fire to heat water in a boiler where stirred the clothes with a wooden stick and the bread, golder. brown and crusty, cakes, pies and puddings erupted from the oven. We even had stove. These were "starvees" whose mothers had died or rej ected their new-born babies, and we fed them milk from pop bottles with big nipples. days, was the floor furnace in the hall. This been about a yard square and we could stand on it and the warm air would blow up our skirts and make us toasty warm. The favorite place of all was the living room fireplace. It was made of brick with a brick hearth and a mantle on top which Mother decorated with flowers and candles. Many a winter evening we gathered on the rug in front of a roaring fire and picked out the nut meat of black walnuts that Daddy cracked with a hammer on -che hearth. Or we popped popcorn over it and ate it ali together out of a big dish par.. These were such memorable times. Hanna After exhausting our repertoire of string trios, we took turns playing accompaniments on the piano while the family sang. All our music was kept in time with Daddy' s steady beat and constant encouragement. He played the clarinet and saxophone and serenaded us to our delight. Oh, I remember Daddy saying, "This is heaven, |
