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.