Went to Leaders Class. K up to supper & Mable and Bertha Smith and Miss from Fulton came up and I home at 8. Sat out on the porch. Let the furnace fire go out.
W. Fine Warm
I wonder how warm it was for sitting on the porch. It's supposed to be close to 80 degrees here this weekend so I suppose it could be that nice.
His furnace was probably a coal furnace and you can read some interesting stories about heating with coal here if you are so inclined.
This past summer while at the casino with my grandma and her partner Bob they regaled us with stories about heating with coal and having the ice man come and deliver ice. Bob, at one time, was an ice man with his own truck. To be honest I "knew" they were of a generation who did those things but I never gave it much thought. I'd never thought through the logistics of having someone deliver ice, where it went, how it melted and how different it must have been when people delivered things from ice to coal to milk right to your home. The constant stream of people. Embarrasment for those who couldn't pay that week and the sometimes welcome distraction of another adult face during the day. Seriously, some days I could deal with a milk or ice delivery. Heck, sometimes I open the door to our walking mailman just to say hello.
But I digress. This conversation happened in the restaurant of a sparkly new casino and I was struck by the difference and the path that their lives had taken in 85+ years. What a crazy world it must feel like to them sometimes. Am I going to feel like that someday?
Apparently I feel like that already.