katlupe
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No, it was in my kitchen. I had two stoves, one was a propane stove and this one.is that stove outside?
Not really. I would start a fire, cook on it and then let it go out.I would think that would've made the house terrible warm in the summer.
Love all of the pictures, Kat, but the wood cook-stove really brings back memories for me.This is called The Jewel Cookstove made by The Detroit Stove Company in the late 1800's. I bought it in a antique store when I was getting ready to move to my off the grid house. In the picture, it looks dusty, because it is. I used it constantly till it fell apart.
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I see a clothesline in this wonderful picture!This was my backyard and half of my garden. Honestly, I do miss my garden and harvesting my crops. It held me back from leaving there for a number of years, until I finally had no choice.
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Thank you, Aunt Marg. There is something magical about them that I can't explain.Love all of the pictures, Kat, but the wood cook-stove really brings back memories for me.
One of my grandmothers had one just like it. The memories I have of waking early with her to start a fire in the largest open burner, rubbing our hands over the warming cast element and feeling the chill slowly get chased away with the roar of a fire inside.
A piping hot cup of hot cocoa, we'd sit at the table under the gentle cast of light from a small coal oil lamp, still bundled up in our pj's and housecoats.
Thank you!I see a clothesline in this wonderful picture!
I couldn't have said it better, Kat, there truly is something magical and homey about them.Thank you, Aunt Marg. There is something magical about them that I can't explain.
I just love the rock-bordered garden areas!Thank you!
Yes, I hung my laundry and it was a struggle in cold weather.
I like the wash tubs garden. Great idea.This was my backyard and half of my garden. Honestly, I do miss my garden and harvesting my crops. It held me back from leaving there for a number of years, until I finally had no choice.
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Oh you lucky woman. These things are the best for cooking on. Very nice. I’m jealous.
Well thank you, but I don't have it anymore.Oh you lucky woman. These things are the best for cooking on. Very nice. I’m jealous.
Love all of the pictures, Kat, but the wood cook-stove really brings back memories for me.
One of my grandmothers had one just like it. The memories I have of waking early with her to start a fire in the largest open burner, rubbing our hands over the warming cast element and feeling the chill slowly get chased away with the roar of a fire inside.
A piping hot cup of hot cocoa, we'd sit at the table under the gentle cast of light from a small coal oil lamp, still bundled up in our pj's and housecoats.
That’s too bad but at least you got the experience of cooking on it whereas many don’t. Like Marg and yourself, I feel fairly lucky myself that I got to cook with one. I worked as a chef for two opera singers. They lived in a big old Victorian home with one of these stoves and it was awesome.Well thank you, but I don't have it anymore.
Wow, what an awesome job that must have been!That’s too bad but at least you got the experience of cooking on it whereas many don’t. Like Marg and yourself, I feel fairly lucky myself that I got to cook with one. I worked as a chef for two opera singers. They lived in a big old Victorian home with one of these stoves and it was awesome.
Beautiful picture kalupe, thanks for sharing with us.
It was. It was the first job I got when I moved from the city to the country. I knew I had to create my own jobs of I wanted to live in the country and I did. I was honoured to make a cake for ‘Phantom of the Opera.’Wow, what an awesome job that must have been!
That looks like a cool way to live. Why did you have to leave?This was my backyard and half of my garden. Honestly, I do miss my garden and harvesting my crops. It held me back from leaving there for a number of years, until I finally had no choice.
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It breaks my heart to know that this sweet little baby is gone now, and she wasn't even mine, that's why I'll never be able to own a pet. It would kill me to lose one.I am not especially gifted as a photographer, but I wanted to share a bit of my life with all my new friends here. These are in no order. Hope you like them.
My puppy, Nikita Blackwolf Lupole, 1998. She was my only dog.
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