For me, it's the smell of COAL smoke on a old winter night; haven't smelled THAT for a LONG time now.The smell of wood smoke on a cold winter morning takes me back to my youth every time.
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Procured in Kalamazoo last time I went thru ON TARGET, not that I need them just cause...
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Oh yeah, we burnt coal in the 70'sFor me, it's the smell of COAL smoke on a old winter night; haven't smelled THAT for a LONG time now.
I remember Dad getting a small load of coal from some of his greenhouse owning buddies when I was a kid, to burn in the fireplace. They all had coal fired boilers to heat the greenhouses back then. I used to take pennies and set them on a flat spot of one of those big chunks of anthracite coal and heat them up red hot, then take them in to the bathroom sink with the fireplace tongs to quench them. I liked seeing the colors they would turn (like case hardening on an old firearm kinda).Oh yeah, we burnt coal in the 70's
That's another smell that brings back memories
Everywhere we used to rabbit hunt has been sold off, and my cousin (more like a big brother) has passedI miss being able to rabbit hunt just down the road from where I live now (in the house I grew up in). Best rabbit hunting I ever experienced. Now there's a BMV and some other offices in a small "strip mall" type of structure there. Just north of Round Hill Cemetery between Old Meridian and 135 if any other southsiders are familiar with the area.
Dad had friends with property in various places (probably long gone by now) that we used to hunt also. One guy had a farm down between Bloomington and Martinsville with a small patch of woods where I did my first squirrel hunting.Everywhere we used to rabbit hunt has been sold off, and my cousin (more like a big brother) has passed
I often think about going to South Dakota again to PD hunt, but it wouldn't be the same without Bob
Wouldn't by chance have been Ahren's near Huntingburg? I spent many a spring day there with my grandparents picking and eating.Going to the u-pick strawberry patch with mom. Guy always joked about weighing me going in and coming out. Picking strawberries til I ached, my fingers and mouth were red... but then had mom's strawberry preserves for another year. Mmmmm...
Occasionally, she'd buy grape jelly, I think just for the jars because it would just sit in the fridge hardly used til it fermented because there was always some strawberry.
The one I recall was somewhere off of US-41 North of Hazelton/Princeton. But near Huntingburgh was also a distinct possibility as in middle school I was in the Oakland City area.Wouldn't by chance have been Ahren's near Huntingburg? I spent many a spring day there with my grandparents picking and eating.
When you walk outside here you can smell ythe wood stove. I love it.For me, it's the smell of COAL smoke on a old winter night; haven't smelled THAT for a LONG time now.
It does I believe but the characteristics are different than wood and its much dirtier if memory serves.....Does coal not deliver more btu?
It does I believe but the characteristics are different than wood and its much dirtier if memory serves.....
So much easier to stack cut/split wood than store loose coal.
I remember when our house had a gravel driveway (concrete now), and it had "clinkers" (Dad's term for them) mixed in with the gravel. I think it was actually coke from the power plant maybe? I just remember they were hard, black, shiny and jagged.Yep.... cinders are useful for making a walkway to the outhouse though!
In middle/high school, our track (and elementary playground) was cinders/clinkers. Tripping on the hurdles meant a long session with tweezers. Bicycle wipe-outs on asphalt were less injurious, lol!I remember when our house had a gravel driveway (concrete now), and it had "clinkers" (Dad's term for them) mixed in with the gravel. I think it was actually coke from the power plant maybe? I just remember they were hard, black, shiny and jagged.