Category: Days past
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The hearth is where the heart is
By Christine Swan As a small child, we had one coal fire in our rented house, and no central heating. I remember my bedroom being freezing during the wintertime, and I disliked walking across the linoleum flooring with bare feet on chilly mornings. The single fire in the living room kept us warm but was…
Awful Rigours and Wretched Pay 