An Everlasting Warmth
Posted 11-18-2008 at 06:59 PM by poconoproud
Today was a cold and windy day in the Pocono Mountains...blustery, a particular bear might say.
Days like this are when I miss my childhood home & my parents wood stove. We don't have a wood stove, but when I was a kid, I loved those first few days of cold weather when my dad would stoke up the stove...our home filling with that gentle warmth and familiar smell of seasoned firewood. A lot of times he would put up the screen doors so we could all sit and watch it...rather, get mezmerized by it..lol.
I can still hear the sound of the crackling, popping and hissing inside that raging inferno...and can hear also, my Mother yelling about the trail of wood chips, sawdust and leaves that my brother and I left all the way from the garage to the woodstove where Dad awaited us..
Using the woodstove for the first time was always the first harbinger of winter in my childhood home..much like a robin on your lawn is the first harbinger of spring.
It meant that my Dad would break out the long-johns, orange vest & get his hunting dog season-ready...it meant my Mom would cook chili and her homemade chicken soup...it meant my brother and i would soon don ice skates and get to cleaning off the lake.
The warmth that woodstove gave me then has had an everlasting warmth...for now just thinking about all those wonderful memories, warms me from within.
Days like this are when I miss my childhood home & my parents wood stove. We don't have a wood stove, but when I was a kid, I loved those first few days of cold weather when my dad would stoke up the stove...our home filling with that gentle warmth and familiar smell of seasoned firewood. A lot of times he would put up the screen doors so we could all sit and watch it...rather, get mezmerized by it..lol.
I can still hear the sound of the crackling, popping and hissing inside that raging inferno...and can hear also, my Mother yelling about the trail of wood chips, sawdust and leaves that my brother and I left all the way from the garage to the woodstove where Dad awaited us..
Using the woodstove for the first time was always the first harbinger of winter in my childhood home..much like a robin on your lawn is the first harbinger of spring.
It meant that my Dad would break out the long-johns, orange vest & get his hunting dog season-ready...it meant my Mom would cook chili and her homemade chicken soup...it meant my brother and i would soon don ice skates and get to cleaning off the lake.
The warmth that woodstove gave me then has had an everlasting warmth...for now just thinking about all those wonderful memories, warms me from within.
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The woodstove made our daughters feel the same way.
I remember skating on the pond, and loving the regular stone fireplace........having that hot chocolate, emmmm.
Kids all love fireplaces I think...the warmth, the crackles.
I loved my Vermont Castings wood stove until one day I opened it too fast from the top......and the darn thing blew up fire in my face. Whew!!!Posted 11-19-2008 at 10:23 AM by Summering -
OH yes, can't forget the hot chocolate! It was always the first thing I would go for on a cold day...nose and cheeks bright red, legs itching as they warmed up too fast. Then I'd pull the rocking chair as close to the stove as I could get to enjoy it with some of my mom's peanut butter cookies...
Posted 11-19-2008 at 02:35 PM by poconoproud -
wow!
Posted 11-24-2008 at 09:55 PM by rosahlaneone -
I really miss my pellet stove, love them.........great heat
Posted 11-25-2008 at 08:18 AM by Summering -
My mom always puts a pot of water on the wood stove, with apples and cinnamon sticks in it, and what ever else she feels like...sometimes oranges or lemons. It's the perfect natural air freshener. I'd come home and swear a pie was cooking, but, no..it was just a pot steaming on the woodstove. I know when I arrive for Thanksgiving tomorrow...that smell will greet me. (Well, maybe not..could be masked by that wonderful turkey, hmm?)
Posted 11-26-2008 at 05:11 PM by poconoproud