A post that apparently was erased

When I was a pre-teen boy we lived a very rural existence. In fact, the county I grew up in has only one permanent automatic stop light today. (And it isn't in one of the five or six hamlets in that county, it is on the numbered highway that is said to be the best thing to ever come out of there) We had a wood stove for heat that would go out during the night, and slept under many blankets. It was perfectly warm enough even on the coldest nights, and since no one had explained poverty to us we were happy and well adjusted to our circumstance. On cold mornings, before the stove got going, our feet would stick to the linoleum floor in our bedrooms, and we had a ritual of racing out to the kitchen and putting our feet on the door of the propane oven to warm while the big wood burning stove gathered momentum. I remember my grand mother staying over one night, and coming in to wake me to get ready to go do morning chores. My brothers and I had been wrestling on my bed, and somehow a small portion of the window pane had broken, and since it was a cold snowy blowy night a very small snow drift had formed on my blankets. I wasn't cold or even uncomfortable that I remember. My grandmother was used to somewhat better conditions, even though she had grown up in a similar circumstance. She had already been up for a while, as I remember her having a cup of coffee in her hand as she came into our room. The snow drift offended her, and she began to shout for and at my dad regarding it. The "discussion" moved to another room, and she eventually laid that coffee mug up against my fathers head in order to get his undivided attention. Now I have had that experience myself, (Coffee cup correction) and am here to tell you that it can change your mind if done properly. We got a new kerosene burning stove shortly after that, with the capability of running all night uninterrupted, and those really cold winter floors became a thing of the past. We became "modern" very slowly. The house was always full of love and respect for one another was not asked for. It was demanded.