Turns out my memory is fuzzier than I knew. In my earlier post about Big Grandma’s House I mentioned her coal burning cook stove. A cousin who spent more time at Grandma’s than I ever did, corrected my mental picture. As soon as I was reminded that it had porcelain knobs and a big shiny metal shield on the front, a better mental image clicked into place. It was a gas stove! But it did have a wood firebox on one side.
This certainly proves the value of having family members review what we write.