In the cellar? Hmm. Up until I was 15 (and that was almost 15 years ago), we burned coal. I remember having to go outside with the bucket and the lil shovel just to get it. Go up behind the house, up the hill and start shoveling.
Never, ever put too much in the coal stove. It'll turn bright red and it'll be hotter than an oven. But oh, lemme tell ya. Get it just right and it'll feel great. I remember some cold nights when I couldn't sleep in my room. I'd go into the kitchen and sleep by the coal stove.
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