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Post by Lisa on Jun 2, 2007 17:00:08 GMT -1
Hi Frances, My gran also had a large black kettle that was continuously on the fire steaming away. The grate had a fire in the centre and large heavy oven doors at either side. One for baking, one for warming. She kept special bricks in one of the ovens which were given to each of the children at night in the winter, wrapped in a wincyette blanket to keep them warm - no such things as hot-water bottles. She always had a large pan of soup steaming away with loads of herbs in bunches along the top of the mantel piece. I never got any of the soup even though I did all her chores for her - that privilege was given to my cousins who were often fed the soup with large slices of home-made bread while I watched them eat sitting on the stairs!!!! She was a very cruel gran to me and I never forgave her for having favourites.  |
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Post by frances on Jul 30, 2007 17:02:12 GMT -1
Hi Lisa
I remember having the oven shelf wrapped in a cloth and put into the bed (which I shared with my two sisters) So there was always a fight to get the warmest place on the shelf.
We used to have a fireplace in the bedroom and my mum used to bring up a shovel of the coals from the fire downstairs and put them in the grate to warm the bedroom. It makes you wonder how we all survived the perils of childhood, compared with todays childhoo.
We were tough in those days.
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Post by Lisa on Jul 31, 2007 8:51:06 GMT -1
Hi Frances, Also, we never seemed to get colds in those days. I remember waking in the mornings with ice on the INSIDE of the windows and rushing to get washed in cold water then rushing downstairs where my dad had a ROARING fire going. Then having a hot mug of sweet tea with a large doorstep of fresh bread toasted on a Brass Fork against the hot cincers of the fire with dripping on - heaven !!!  Hi Lisa I remember having the oven shelf wrapped in a cloth and put into the bed (which I shared with my two sisters) So there was always a fight to get the warmest place on the shelf. We used to have a fireplace in the bedroom and my mum used to bring up a shovel of the coals from the fire downstairs and put them in the grate to warm the bedroom. It makes you wonder how we all survived the perils of childhood, compared with todays childhoo. We were tough in those days. |
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