Once upon time we lived through winters like this one in the middle of Illinois.
On a street named Longview, our one acre of land bordered hundreds of acres of corn fields or soy beans depending on the year.
Winters were particularly snowy in those days.
We sought warmth from the unusually efficient wood burning stove,
also unusual in its design.
The glass tubular shell surrounded the burning logs and two oven doors behind the shell opened to an oven.
The only thing ever cooked in the oven was one of those stacked rings from a child's toy--the big red one I think. We didn't know the child had placed it on the oven shelf until we smelled the fumes of melting plastic. This fireplace put out some heat, and it did not take long for the ring to melt.
On a street named Longview, our one acre of land bordered hundreds of acres of corn fields or soy beans depending on the year.
Winters were particularly snowy in those days.
We sought warmth from the unusually efficient wood burning stove,
also unusual in its design.
The glass tubular shell surrounded the burning logs and two oven doors behind the shell opened to an oven.
The only thing ever cooked in the oven was one of those stacked rings from a child's toy--the big red one I think. We didn't know the child had placed it on the oven shelf until we smelled the fumes of melting plastic. This fireplace put out some heat, and it did not take long for the ring to melt.
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