Childhood Winters

It’s chilly outside this morning, and I remembered what winters were like in Muscatine, Iowa, when I was growing up.  Our house had a coal furnace in the basement, and my father would go down there every morning, shovel coal into the furnace and get the fire going.  Upstairs, my sister and I would stand shivering on the “hot air” registers while we got dressed for school.  The heat from the furnace rose through the house because warm air rises – there was no fan to blow the air.  Don’t we have it easy these days? — Stan Gardner

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