I recently was given another award. Thank you Dor at Technicolor Day Dreams for nominating me and saying such
splendid nice things about me. I do hope I can live up to your comments.
This is the first time I have received a Candle Lighter Award.
According to Melissa at Play 101 “The Candle Lighter Award is for bloggers whose words light the way through the blogosphere. It originated at Believe Anyway for blogs that bring light to the world (and offer) inspiration, hope, optimism, good advice, faith filled assurances, and even humor. There are no rules for this award. It’s just a way of pointing out inspirational blogs”.
So no rules and I don’t have to pick from the great blogs I follow. I just direct you to my blogroll to find some lively minds, great reads, inspiration and fun.
And staying with Dor, in a phone conversation with my sister in Los Angeles yesterday she mentioned that she had begun to follow Dor after reading some of her comments on my blog.
Oh so very long ago.
My sister brought my attention to a post that Dor had written in November and that somehow I had missed. The post describes heating in those days when we didn’t all have central heating and used other means of heating the house. See the post here.
For both of us this brought back so many memories. When we were growing up we had not only an open fire in the living room but also a heater in the kitchen that heated water and the one and only radiator in the house. The open fire used coal and the kitchen heater used coke. For those of you not familiar to this material (and how many are as old as me?) coke comes from coal is grey, hard, and porous and is produced in much the same way as charcoal.
Coal and coke were delivered each week and we had two large bins outside the kitchen door for the coalman to dump them into. The coalman has now disappeared and open fires are no longer allowed in London. I wrote about the fog, soot and smoke (smog) caused by open fires in an earlier blog.
From memory this looks like our heater
In memory, the house was always warm but this was achieved with not only the two fires and one water reticulated radiator, but with a variety of other sources. We had various electric heaters around the house and we also had a kerosene heater in the bedroom I shared with my older sister. It had a distinctive smell and it too left pretty pictures on the ceiling. I do remember that if one or other of us had the dreaded bronchitis so prevalent in London at the time, mother would put a kettle of water with Friar’s Balsam in it on top of the heater. The resulting steam which we inhaled, helped to clear the bronchial tubes in those far off days before inhalers were readily available.
I don’t remember that there were any problems with the one at home. Only father was ever allowed to fill the thing but we three girls had to take ourselves off to the hardware shop to buy the kerosene and carry it home in a can. The can was quite heavy and it seems that there was always discussion as to whose turn it was to carry it.
Then when my dashing-young-Scotsman and I moved into our first “garden” apartment (here read semi-basement apartment), we had a really stylish oil heater. In the cold winter months following our wedding, we would leave this thing on in the hall so that the apartment was warm on our return from work. One day, when my (very new) husband was away on business I arrived home to find great stalactites of oily grease hanging from the ceiling. The heater had blown something during the day – how lucky that we didn’t cause a fire. But what was a very young bride to do? A quick call to the family home, some ten minutes walk away, resulted in both mother and father arriving and taking charge. They cleaned, scrubbed and dusted while I looked on providing copious cups of tea and encouraging words!
Of course, the ceiling had to be repainted and my very
adaptable clever father did this over the next few days.
What memories are revived when reading other people’s blogs. Thank you Dor and thank you Christine, for bringing the post to my attention and thus reviving these memories.