These are actual apartments in Hong Kong. I am sorry but I could not live like this. I know lots of people call me a swamp creature and make fun of my Southern rural roots but at least I can breathe God's fresh air.
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I don't like heat and humidity, but Florida is a wonderful place.These are actual apartments in Hong Kong. I am sorry but I could not live like this. I know lots of people call me a swamp creature and make fun of my Southern rural roots but at least I can breathe God's fresh air.
That picture ain't a wonderful place.
My grandparents had a Warm Morning coal stove right in the front room. It's job was to heat the entire house and it looked a lot like this. When I was ready to go into the army I visited my grandparents in Pike Co and met up with some old buddies for one more good time before Uncle Sam had me. One was Rick Kestner who played football for Belfry and UK. He was really good people and made it to the NFL
We took off to Williamson, WVA for some refreshments because it was wet and Pike was dry. About 2:00 AM we headed up the road and one of my buddies, Cecil Hunt, was so drunk he couldn't make it home. So we decided to bring him up to grandpa's house and find a bed for him. The only bed was a roll away bed and we rolled it up to the coal stove, stripped ole Cecil of his clothes and covered him with quilts to keep warm.
He finally stirred the next morning about 10:30 AM after grandpa had poured a couple of buckets of coal in it and opened up the damper. The fire was roaring and was hot hot. Cecil woke up sweating and burning up with grandma's prayer group staring at him as they sit for their weekly prayer meeting grandma hosted. Cecil was confused and still drunk when one of the sisters grabbed him by the arm to pull him out of bed. What happened after that the Lord only knows because I ran out of the house down the hill. There are a million stories centered around the coal stove back on the hill.
We took off to Williamson, WVA for some refreshments because it was wet and Pike was dry. About 2:00 AM we headed up the road and one of my buddies, Cecil Hunt, was so drunk he couldn't make it home. So we decided to bring him up to grandpa's house and find a bed for him. The only bed was a roll away bed and we rolled it up to the coal stove, stripped ole Cecil of his clothes and covered him with quilts to keep warm.
He finally stirred the next morning about 10:30 AM after grandpa had poured a couple of buckets of coal in it and opened up the damper. The fire was roaring and was hot hot. Cecil woke up sweating and burning up with grandma's prayer group staring at him as they sit for their weekly prayer meeting grandma hosted. Cecil was confused and still drunk when one of the sisters grabbed him by the arm to pull him out of bed. What happened after that the Lord only knows because I ran out of the house down the hill. There are a million stories centered around the coal stove back on the hill.
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There is an apartment complex in Brooklyn where part of the bottom floor is elevated and is literally 15 feet above the ****ing freeway. I can't imagine living like that.
Funny how you change with age. When I graduated college I really wanted to find a job in NYC. Live downtown, hustle, bustle. Young and stupid. Fortunately I got no good offers. Then a little later....live in a subdivision, etc, etc. That was all and good but a bit crowded. But now I'm happy as a lark living in small town America, farming community surrounded by corn and soy fields, living on about 12 acres where I can roam the property, have some elbow room, and like you, breath the fresh air.These are actual apartments in Hong Kong. I am sorry but I could not live like this. I know lots of people call me a swamp creature and make fun of my Southern rural roots but at least I can breathe God's fresh air.
Remember years ago living/working in Atlanta a guy who we dealt with who lived in NYC came in for a meeting. Asked him if he wanted to go to dinner. So him and I dropped by the house to pick up my 'ex'. We pulled in the driveway and he asked me with some amazement 'is this your house?' Told him yes. He proceeded to tell me he had a basement apartment in the city, I think efficiency, and he was paying $1200 a month. That was late 80s.
Knew a guy who would pronounce it Wimpson.
I ain't normal.It's amazing how most people are normal when they arent talking politics
ETA - myself included.
I do too. My first cousin for one. My grandpa's phone number was 3959 and my cousin pronounced it se nine sy nine. That Appalachian accent was thick back in the day.
Back then we did not have rotary phones, you picked up the phone and the operator would say "number please" se nine sy nine. The operator knew Bobby so she just put him through to grandma
Neither can I. When we decided to sell and build a new house a few years ago, my wife said she wanted to build where we couldn’t see another house. We have property where we could have done that, but would have had to pay to get electric and water for over a mile. Couldn’t afford that. Wound up buying a few acres adjoining my parents farm where I grew up and worked all my life. We can see houses from ours, but the closest is about a mile away. It’s great.
I live in Paradise. So all you dudes eat your heart out! 
Also I think that I am going to like our new Canuck friend.
Also I think that I am going to like our new Canuck friend.
We had a coal burning stove that looked exactly like that one. It was in an old house that was unlivable, but we stripped tobacco in it during cold weather. We burned wood in it. The house is gone now and I’m not sure what happened to the stove, but I spent many years keeping warm while working next to it.My grandparents had a Warm Morning coal stove right in the front room. It's job was to heat the entire house and it looked a lot like this. When I was ready to go into the army I visited my grandparents in Pike Co and met up with some old buddies for one more good time before Uncle Sam had me. One was Rick Kestner who played football for Belfry and UK. He was really good people and made it to the NFL
We took off to Williamson, WVA for some refreshments because it was wet and Pike was dry. About 2:00 AM we headed up the road and one of my buddies, Cecil Hunt, was so drunk he couldn't make it home. So we decided to bring him up to grandpa's house and find a bed for him. The only bed was a roll away bed and we rolled it up to the coal stove, stripped ole Cecil of his clothes and covered him with quilts to keep warm.
He finally stirred the next morning about 10:30 AM after grandpa had poured a couple of buckets of coal in it and opened up the damper. The fire was roaring and was hot hot. Cecil woke up sweating and burning up with grandma's prayer group staring at him as they sit for their weekly prayer meeting grandma hosted. Cecil was confused and still drunk when one of the sisters grabbed him by the arm to pull him out of bed. What happened after that the Lord only knows because I ran out of the house down the hill. There are a million stories centered around the coal stove back on the hill.
I'm still a little too addicted to the conveniences of the city to consider moving truly to the "country." Having grown up 50 miles from the nearest town with a traffic light, I've come to enjoy the ability to go grab something from the grocery or liquor store or drug store in 5 minutes. I'm also strategically located within 20 minutes of multiple golf courses
As such, I would say I will be a prisoner of suburbia for at least the next several years.
As such, I would say I will be a prisoner of suburbia for at least the next several years.
It's amazing how most people are normal when they arent talking politics
ETA - myself included.
You are most welcome to join our little band.
Record temp today. Feels damn good. It's kind of strange to have our annual leaf pick-up in 80 degree weather. Plus I've got 2 ricks of firewood being delivered Friday. Doubtful that I'll be burning any for the next few weeks. This is not a complaint.
I live in the middle of a woods. I supplement with purchased firewood when my business keeps me to busy, but mostly I cut my own wood. Good exercise for me.
I haven't visited that part of Canada. I lived in Seattle back in the 80's and British Columbia was part of our territory. Probably made at least 4 dozen trips mainly to Vancouver. Made it to the Expo 86 several times too. Also caught several Canuck hockey games.
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I actually enjoy cutting firewood but I don't have a truck to haul it back to the house.
We had a Warm Morning stove in our front room. when i woke up every cold morning i would haul ass to that stove. mom had a wood burning stove in the kitchen where i would many times play behind it in the winter. i still have a round scar on top of my hand where i came in contact with one of the oven door springs. i can still smell the kerosene and kindling from our house and the neighbors when everyone was lighting fires. if i was outside playing i knew that meant it was close to suppertime. life on the troublesome. 😀
Haha, i just posted about the warm morning stove we had in ky, before i saw your post. that looks identical to the won we had.My grandparents had a Warm Morning coal stove right in the front room. It's job was to heat the entire house and it looked a lot like this. When I was ready to go into the army I visited my grandparents in Pike Co and met up with some old buddies for one more good time before Uncle Sam had me. One was Rick Kestner who played football for Belfry and UK. He was really good people and made it to the NFL
We took off to Williamson, WVA for some refreshments because it was wet and Pike was dry. About 2:00 AM we headed up the road and one of my buddies, Cecil Hunt, was so drunk he couldn't make it home. So we decided to bring him up to grandpa's house and find a bed for him. The only bed was a roll away bed and we rolled it up to the coal stove, stripped ole Cecil of his clothes and covered him with quilts to keep warm.
He finally stirred the next morning about 10:30 AM after grandpa had poured a couple of buckets of coal in it and opened up the damper. The fire was roaring and was hot hot. Cecil woke up sweating and burning up with grandma's prayer group staring at him as they sit for their weekly prayer meeting grandma hosted. Cecil was confused and still drunk when one of the sisters grabbed him by the arm to pull him out of bed. What happened after that the Lord only knows because I ran out of the house down the hill. There are a million stories centered around the coal stove back on the hill.
Looks like it could be used as a bottle opener to me.
Vancouver is mostly awesome despite being home to one of the worst areas in North America on East Hastings. It's a literal ****ing homeless encampment rampant with wide open hard drug use.
This morning's haul. Life is good.
I didn't know that. What a shame.
I live in Paradise. So all you dudes eat your heart out!
Also I think that I am going to like our new Canuck friend.
I thought Mr Peabody had done hauled it away.
He's five miles away from wherever he is.
Welcome to Don's Oasis
1st Table left of the Jungle.
not many are so I'm in.. "Ring" the Bell
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Now you know the rest of the story.
I've always liked the 4-6-2 Pacific's...although I'm not sure if the Pennsy's are called Pacifics's.
Grew up with one of those Warm Morning coal stoves too. Four boys in one bed under about five heavy quilts.
Had about a 14 inch diameter tree limb break off Saturday in a big windstorm here. Been out today cutting that thing down. Chainsawing to beat the band. Hard on a 77 year old dude.
Had about a 14 inch diameter tree limb break off Saturday in a big windstorm here. Been out today cutting that thing down. Chainsawing to beat the band. Hard on a 77 year old dude.
I’ve seen that picture of the paddock restaurant before. was that in n ky? love the hudy sign.Welcome to Don's Oasis
1st Table left of the Jungle.
not many are so I'm in.. "eff" the Bell
I knew they were K's but wasn't sure about "Pacific"...my question answered. 👍
New season of "The Curse of Oak Island" starts up again tomorrow night...I'm looking forward to it.
Just wait.....you'll seeI live in Paradise. So all you dudes eat your heart out!
Also I think that I am going to like our new Canuck friend.
Did it for years....I miss the wood smell and the constant heat.....just the best warmth there is.....I had a log splitter so the wood busting got a lot easier whan I had that bad boy,,,,my favorite wood to use was Locust.
Euclid & Rose
Cats are a 17 1/2 point favorite over Vandy. Need a good showing before taking on the Tide.
