This winter also happened to bring about the worst ice storm I have personally ever heard about. I say heard about because when I heard about it I skipped town and packed up my entire family to the In-laws house in Winston-Salem. I am hard core but I hate ice. The ice storm was so bad that many of my neighbors lost power for over a week. we were lucky enough not to have any problems, but the storm left in its wake a veritable carnage of tree limbs. All over the county trees fell like Europeans with the plague.
For years, my husband had talked about putting in a wood stove. We did our research and looked over the news models and through the wanted ads in our local paper. We never found anything that seemed like a good deal.
This winter caused us to look around a bit more about the cost our electric space heaters were bringing on us.
My grandmothers house is next door to ours and it sits abandoned yet full of useful junk. I had known for awhile that my grandmothers cook stove, a giant, black, cast iron, behemoth, sat lodged into the floor of a back room, its feet sunk in where the wood had rotted out. It was entirely too big for our purposes.
I also knew that there was a smaller stove sitting behind it but every time I though to bring it up to my husband, a little bug in my ear (his name is Roger) kept telling me that this stove was broken so not to mention it.
After the devastation of a bad winter had begun to grow on us, my husband made the grand statement that we were going to switch to wood heat, and it would be this year. He wanted to know what the problems were with the small wood stove. I called my Mom to confirm that it was indeed broken.
"There is nothing wrong with that one" She replied whilst simultaneously popping my theory that my memory was perfect. "It's the big one that is broken". POP
So now we have a wood stove...
The Horrid winter that caused us so much pain and monetary suffering has now provided us with plenty of felled trees for fuel. And our country life continues.
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