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In Texas, we didn't have floor registers, we had little stoves that had ceramic elements in them or gas heaters. I remember jumping out of bed and running across cold wood and linoleum floor s to stand on a braided rug in front of a little stove that would soon toast my legs...and I would turn around and around like a little pig on a spit, trying to wait for the room to warm up. I don't remember having a robe at that stage.
posted by
Krisles
on February 4, 2015 at 8:42 PM
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Ah yes - I can remember hearing my foster grandma get up in the middle of the night and putting wood n the fire. I loved the sound - the stovepipe came up through my bedroom.
posted by
adnohr
on February 3, 2015 at 8:54 PM
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so much our parents sis for us. So much to be grateful for. They showed their love in many many ways.
posted by
Kabu
on February 3, 2015 at 6:53 PM
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I did not realize a lot later the depth of what my parents had done for me.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 3, 2015 at 10:00 AM
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Somewhere there is a photo
of my younger daughter, age 3 or 4, huddled over the ornate old heating vent grate in the floor of the house we lived in then. Every morning, she headed straight for it, looking like the Little Match Girl.
posted by
Ciel
on February 3, 2015 at 6:52 AM
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