Frank Paris "Grandpa" Hunter (1879-1950)
The new
heater/artificial fireplace with a mantel we bought the other day is relaxing
to watch or just have in the background. It has the illusion of fire
leaping on logs. You can turn up and down or you can turn it
up to a roaring fireplace. That is just
the illusion, which puts out no heat at all.
On another switch on the remote ou can
adjust the heat high or low.
On Facebook
or my blog I jokingly said the good part is you don't have to chop firewood.
And I am
adding, not jokingly, another good part is the
little red hot cinders that sometime pop out a fireplace are non
existent .
True
story: When my Grandma Hunter died we
moved in with my Grandpa Hunter on Manget Street.
There was a
fireplace in the living room. On cold
mornings in the winter Granpa woke up before of the rest of the family and
start a fire in the fireplace. I I
remember correctly, that was the only heat source in the house.
We did not
have kindling or any kind of wood logs.
We had a good supply of coal under the front porch.
After
Grandpa got the fire started he would go to the kitchen and start making toast
putting butter on slices of loaf bread, ready to put in the oven when the
family started stirring around.
I was
usually the second one to get up. I
would stand by the fireplace and get warm by the heat.
One morning
I was backed up to the fireplace when a cinder popped out of the fireplace and
landed on my pajamas. My pajamas
instantly flamed up. Grandpa grabbed me
and threw me down and rolled me.
And saved my
life.
I don't
remember being taken to the doctor about my burned legs. They
were covered with blisters and I was miserable in pain for a week or so. We didn't seek medical help often, Daddy was
our doctor.
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