Warm thoughts in a bitter, cold winter

It is bitter cold outside, it feels like 11 degrees Fahrenheit. The relentless Hawk is blowing arctic air, exacerbating the wind tunnel effect surrounding our house. Luckily, we are warm and cozy inside thanks to capitalism. When I was a kid growing up with my maternal grandparents, their tiny adobe style mud-brick winter house had two rooms, a barn for the animals, a tiny kitchen, and the hay loft for cats and mice. They never heated the big brick house because it required too much wood which they did not have. The communist farms had already deforested anything that could be cut down and used for wood.

By Centrewing on 2022 01 30

Love your articles they are so real. Thank you for sharing with us again your truths.

I remember as a child, my Aunt and Uncle and their children on the east coast of Canada living in a little shack and two of the younger ones froze to death, one snowy winter, my aunt had to walk across fields to carry buckets of water back as there was no well or running water. We were lucky my father had a better paying job we had a coal or wood furnace to keep us warm, luckily. We all cried for my frozen cousins deaths, they only had a small wood stove and my Uncle had such a long walk that he usually stayed elsewhere for the night closer to his work, I do not think he ever forgiven himself it was very sad this was in the 1950's, just after the war he had been a pilot in the war. They still raised four children and got a very nice house, my brave Aunt never spoke of this, that I ever heard, my father and Uncle would cry together when I was young but went silent if any of us entered that room.

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