I remember being around five years old when my family and I lived in southern Manitoba. We had a wood stove (I couldn’t even try and guess what brand it was) and I remember the red brick that surrounded it. Behind the stove and the red brick was a dark room with a single light bulb that would dimly illuminate a wood chute and Dad’s wood pile for the evening. I can remember helping my Dad open the trap door to the wood chute and him reminding me to “stay away from the well”. We would take wood from the pile that was maybe 20’ away and throw it through the the opening of the chute it would slide down the homemade plywood slide till it was hitting the piece before it and once the wood was visible we would go it and watch tv or wrestle. It is amazing to me that these memories have stuck with me I can remember them quite clearly. I now have two sons of my own and an amazing wife. It’s pretty awesome to think that I am creating the same memories that stuck with me. Stay warm everyone. -KCG Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Welcome to the forum and thanks for sharing. I can definitely relate and remember back to when I was about 6-7 and my stepfather was burning wood. The All Nighter stove in the basement was always going, and on the really cold nights the stove in the living room would be cranking too. It's great to have the wife and especially kids involved, as that's something they'll always remember.
yes some of the old memories are great. At age 6 I was learning how and when to do things. We had 2 stoves for heat and mother had a great cook stove. then as I grew I bought a house and married a beautiful redhead. She gave me 2 sons. Now I have grandchildren and great grandchildren and lots of great memories.
