Monday, February 20, 2017
Old Fashion Fireplace
Old Fashion Fireplace
Rick at Life 101 http://www.rickwatson-writer.com/ posted about his blind dog loving a fireplace. This kicked off some un-cranky memories. Rick’s posts do that a lot.
The Cranky’s current abode is a townhouse. We have a wood burning fireplace in the living room, and a fake fireplace that runs on gas in our basement. Our basement can get a chill, so I use the gas fireplace a lot. It looks like a wood burning fireplace, it puts off a lot of warmth, but it does not smell like the good old wood burning fireplaces.
I’ve only used the real fireplace in the living room once. We just don’t use that room, it does not have a TV and Mrs. C does not share my fondness for the real thing. Also, we don’t have much of a yard for stacking logs.
I’ve always had a wood burning fireplace where I’ve lived. I do miss using the real thing. Yes, they are a lot of work, but that is part of what I miss. I miss stacking fire wood after it is dropped off by a dealer. There is nothing like several cords of wood neatly stacked along the entire back of your yard. It just makes it like you are prepared for all that the Winter can throw at you. There is something rewarding about stacking wood.
It is nice to just flip a switch and watch a gas flame flare against some ceramic logs, but it is not rewarding. I enjoyed crumpling up newspaper, then covering the paper with kindling and finally a log or three. Then you light some paper and hold it up in the chimney until you are sure the smoke will draw properly.
Lighting the paper, watching the kindling catch and then the logs, a small bellows helped fan the flames…the whole process was just take-you-back-to-the-old-days rewarding. Then there was the smell. I loved the smell of a fireplace fire, especially if you were working with good slow burning maple, oak or fruit wood logs.
Finally, there is the process of tending to the fire. You have to poke it from time to time, turn it, and add logs as needed. Often that meant a trip to the wood pile at night in the cold and through the snow. That sounds like a chore, but it made you feel like a pioneer, like you were doing something to protect and keep your family warm.
I like modern conveniences. I don’t miss washing dishes by hand. I’ll a save time by popping corn in a microwave. I prefer the K-cup coffee makers. I won’t give up the automatic transmission in my car.
I do miss the ritual, the process and the ambiance of a good old wood burning fireplace.