Crisper, that is . . .
Crisper, that is . . .
OOH, OOH, I get it....
I remember waking up in the wee hours of the morning and dragging my blanket to the living room to sleep in front of that metal heater in the wall. I also lived in an apartment without heat for a year because I couldn't figure out how to light the thing...
And scratching your name or pictures on the ice/frost on the inside of the window.When I was a kid , we had a pot belly wood stove in the center of the living room , which was also mom and dad bedroom, the big kitchen had a wide opening to the living room , one bedroom was me and my sisters off to the side with small door , and snow actually blowed through cracks in the wall onto over 50 lbs of blankets , and didn't melt overnite.
No heat got to that bedroom.
Jim
Thanks for ruining my day!
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