Farmboyinthecity

Farmboyinthecity

First Memory

Farmboyinthecity My first memory is a stormy winter night in 1938. I was three years old and at home in our farm house with my mother and two sisters. Father and my two brothers had walked down the conscession road to visit a neighbour. The old farm house was heated by the wood stove in the kitchen and another wood burning "Quebec" pot bellied stove in the living room. There was no heat upstairs in the bedrooms where it was so cold piss froze in the thundermugs under the bed. To try to get some heat upstairs for bedtime a fire was lit in the Quebec stove and everyone stayed in the kitchen with the door to the living room closed until bedtime. I was the"baby" of the family by twelve years and I loved the cold stormy nights like this because I would be allowed to stay up later while the upstairs warmed up. The kitchen, in my memory, was a wonderful place where it was warm and everyone sat around the big old table and talked, played games or ate and drank tea. Next blog---FIRE!!!