Ok so I’ve decided to join the conversation and start a blog. Now you’ll have to check in here every day—well maybe every week—well more or less—if you want to keep up with the latest wittiest most sage commentary and yadayadayada. Anyway, you’ll have to check here I mean as well as the two hundred other…
Part I ITEM: My family settled into a house in the 1950’s that featured three bedrooms, French doors with lead-glass panes separating dining from the first living room, a second living room, and electric sconces around both. It had a semi-finished attic, a garage, and a tiny back yard. I don’t know what the down…
We lived in a half-duplex in West Hazleton, Pennsylvania until early February 1954. I think a large object in the cellar was a coal furnace, but our heat came from the kitchen cast-iron coal stove, and something called a “heat-o-lator” in the living room, which was some kind of coal firebox with a protective sheet…