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February 03, 2010


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Congratulations, Pat!
Wow, I am so glad that I don't live in a time where I am totally dependent on wood for heating and eating.

I had to take a nap after reading this. It reminded me of my brother and I getting fire wood. My moms family ran two saw mills and we would get the ends of the oak slabs to burn. We would spend Saturdays picking up the end loading them in our truck and trailer.And taking back home and unloading and stacking it under a shed.

I asked daddy one year if I could chop some wood while we were out at aunt myrtle and he said why did I want to, and I said because I just wanted to fell the axe lift up and split the wood. He let me, but they all laughed as I was barely big enough to lift that heavy thing, but he helped me. I wish sometimes I could go outside and split wood. I never minded hard work; it made me feel alive somehow, and I appreciated how much our ancestors endured in the harsh winters, and all year really!

Wonderful post! We burn wood for our heat, but not for cooking or hot water~I'm sort of glad, as it seems to take up enough time just cutting what we get for the heat, LOL!

Hi Tipper, I am here from Sandra's blog. I grew up in the Appalachian Mountains in Southwest Virginia and live now on the Cumberland Plateau in Middle TN.

My hubby and I have a wood-burning fireplace ---and burn wood almost constantly from late Fall 'til it gets warm in Spring. We LOVE it---and because our fireplace has a fan with it, it really puts out the heat. We seldom have to use our heat pump at all.

Check out my blog if you have time and I will return to yours.

I did not have to cut wood, but our only heat was a coal burning pot bellied stove in the center room of the house, it heated all 8 rooms 2 stories. I was in charge of bringing the coal up from the basement and felt like I was being abused. i loved the feeling of heat one side and cool the other. I slept upstairs and when we woke up in the winter there was always ice on the inside of the windows.. enjoyed your story

Very nice story Keith. It brought back memories of our first wood stove. We had a Franklin. Daddy was so proud of it. Got it home,set up, ready to go, and it smoked so bad we had to open all the windows and doors. Come to find out, the stove pipe was too small. I remember us kids laying on the floor in front of the stove and looking at the flames though the cracks in the doors. Mama was playing the old upright piano, and life was good. Then the real work began, I was brush stacker, my little brother and sister were the log haulers. Daddy was the chain saw operator and splitter. Mama made sure everyone was doing their jobs and keeping us warm with coffee.
Again, great story.

Great post! We've never had wood heat but oh how we love to go to Cracker Barrell and sit in front of the roaring fireplace!

I've wondered how in the world the early pioneers kept enough wood for the log cabins. They had a lot more "spunk" than me-- that's for sure. Again, great post and , yes, the guys with the pickup trucks have earned every dime.

This should be required reading for todays teens who think they have it hard when they have to do little chores.

Reverend Keith's comments brought back so many memories of those cold winter days trying to 'get the wood in' before dark! As I read his vivid descriptions, I could almost hear the sound the cross-cut saw made when my brother, James, and I use to pull it through the logs. We cut through that tough oak just as fast as any ten and twelve year old youngster in the Cove!

Regards, Eva Nell Mull
Matheson Cove (Clay County, NC)

I have a love/hate relationship with firewood but I think I love it more than I hate it.

Loved the story, as a girl my parents had a fire place we would cut stack and burn about 8 cords of tamarack, pine and fir every winter. When I married my first husband we did the same thing and increased it to 10 cord a winter because it was the only heat we had, there was no furnace just our woodstove. I am not remarried and we have no way to burn firewodd at this time so we give our wood from our trees to people who need it, we home to one day be able to add a room to put a wood stove in. Would be very handy here in southern Missouri when the ice storms come! Thanks for sharing your awesome story and music!

What a wonderful story/description of fire wood. Thanks so very much Keith.
As I read the words I get a real feeling for the work required to stay warm and have cooked food. All most of us do now of turn a button for heat and a stove to cook. I'm almost embarrassed at how easy my life has been!
On top of all this effort for wood these people grew and preserved their own food, raised and butchered cows, pigs, and chickens, milked, churned, and gathered eggs.
Makes me tired to just think about it!
Thanks again to Keith for this post.

I always hated having to get the wood in every evening after school. I remember when I was a kid, it was the responsibility of me and my brother (who is a year older than me) to keep our house supplied with wood, and to carry in wood for our grandmother who lived near us. We had to carry in enough for the night and the next day. The woodshed sat out from the house and though it really isn't that far away, when it is below freezing outside and starting to get dark, it made each trip from the woodshed seem like at least a mile. I always done the "lazy man's load" as my daddy called it, which is piling as much wood into your arms that you could possibly get...to the point of not being able to walk due to the weight...rather than the several trips that my brother preferred to make. We had it figured out pretty well, it took 10 trips for me, and 18 for my brother, but we both finished about the same time. For our daily efforts, we were each given one dollar a week. We both hated the work but we loved that money. It sure made us learn, and learn quick, the value of a dollar.

The worst part was when you got down to the bottom of a row of wood in the woodshed. Since the floor of out shed was dirt, the wood was always smashed down into it and frozen, but we were told to make sure we got all the wood out of a row before we started on the next one. I never have figured that rule out, because some of that wood was more caked, frozen mud that wood, and Daddy never ended up using it.

I suppose the best part about carrying in the wood on a cold day was the great feeling afterward when you were standing huddled up to the old wood burner like a frozen horse turd and just starting to thaw out. That was a good feeling. Not good enough, mind you, to make we want to do it again, but a good feeling nevertheless.

love hearing about your days.. and what you are doing... we do have it easy now.. but that firewood sure keeps us warm as the new stuff does..

A terrific post, Keith!

After not being able to view your wonderful blog since October, I am finally able to. I went back through the archives and updated my Blind Pig and the Acorn addiction♥ I love it here and hope this doesn't happen again :)
I enjoyed todays post by Keith. My maiden name was Dyer from Oklahoma. Creek Indian tribe heritage.

I look at firewood and see hot showers and warm evenings after chores

Boy am I surprised!

We always enjoyed going out and getting our firewood when we lived on our farm. It sure does give you a workout many times over before burning it, but IMO wood heat can't be beat!

Isn't it good for us to hear about the old ways of doing things? Sure makes us appreciate the easy life we have now!

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