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We heat with a woodstove. If you can at least have it as a backup source of heat you’ll sleep better at night.
We can also cook on it in a pinch.
I do the same. wood heat is just better, more even thru the house
it is the feeding of the stove that can be a bit of a pain at times.
looked at a stove like the one above, didn’t have the cash for it
although I did want it bad. My grandmother had one just like it.
one Christmas is was really nice sitting in her kitchen with it.
smelling the baking of cookies !
even old stoves like that go for over 2-3 grand around here.
last time I check out a new wood cookstove the price was over 5 grand and change
never saw these before. thanks. I have to start saving my pennies ! a lot of the Amish around here have the fancy ones form Lehman’s. that was the only place that I knew of that sold anything like that.
and a couple of years ago when I was moving up here
they didn’t have any in stock. 2017-18. from what I remember the ones they got in where already sold to people. and the local stores had none in stock.
even plain wood stoves where in and out the door inside of a week around here after the price of oil went up ! my one neighbor bought a wood stove insert and had to wait 5 months to get it installed !
gets cold around here come winter time.
most people with oil or propane get at least one refill
each winter. some need 2 or more.
when I put the 2 woodstoves in here, my neighbors thought I was nuts. they don’t think that way now.
this past winter, I heated the house for free- just work, just had to split and stack the firewood.
heating oil is still over 4 bucks a gallon here.
first winter, I spent over a grand in heating oil easy
and that was a 2 something a gallon.
wood heat is the only way for me now.
It works, but it takes a skilled and experienced cook to judge the oven temp by just waving a hand in it. Also the fire control; just how many splints to add to get the desired amount of heat and keep it that way. Great Grandma had skilz!
There are dial thermometers that you can hang in the oven…
My gram and my mum cooked on wood stoves. One thing that apparently troubles Central and North America is creosote buildup leading to chimney fires, I’ve never heard of that anywhere in Australia. I don’t think that the Kiwis are bothered by it either, every home there has a fireplace too, but it’s usually only high elevation homes here that heat with fireplace or stove. Wood stoves must still be popular, as you see stove black for sale online and in bush general stores.
Creosote isn’t an issue if you burn hardwoods and run it hotter. A smoldering fire will cause soot and creosote buildup.
I heat with wood and a yearly cleaning of the chimney keeps the flue and pipes safe.
Most fires are caused by people not knowing how to run their stove and failing to do basic maintenance.
Depends on what elevation you are, but you’re right. We burn pine up here in the Rockies and for some reason it lasts a
long time if you get the damper set just right. And hot too.
When I lived in the Northeast pine would literally evaporate in a wood stove or fireplace.
We clean out once a year. The stove you have is important too. The convection burners are more efficient.
I got that impression from reading Phil’s mate Joel over at TUAK, The Ultimate Answer to Kings, the amputee desert hermit’s blog.
As a USAF dependent living in England for almost four years – ’58 thru ’61 – my mom had a 15′ long coal/coke HUGE cast-iron stove/oven/water heater to cook with when we rented 1/2 of an English Manor in Leiston (Two GI families lived in it.) We had the “servant” quarters side, complete with a kitchen big enough to LIVE in, and 12(!) rooms to heat. The stove burned coal or coke, I had to fill the coal/coke buckets every morning for the day’s burning – it wasn’t much of a chore in the summer.
Did I mention the stove had water pipes in it that went up to a water tank on the second floor for hot water? Convection circulation, worked with NO moving parts! That meant we HAD to keep a portion of the stove fired up all the time if we wanted ANY hot water. The kitchen got rather warm in the Summer, and we had no clothes dryer so we always had a rack of clothes drying in the kitchen in the Winter.
I can literally start a COAL fire with just a single newspaper sheet – it was an art. Wood? Piece o’ cake!.
I wondered what that sucker weighed!
I spent my childhood loading the coal stove so my Dad could keep the thermostat at 55. Cheap bastard and a Scot too. “You’re cold? put a bloody sweater on”
The only thing to burn around here is tumbleweeds and fenceposts. Trees are what somebody planted eons ago. If I can figure out a way to burn and drink dirt, we’ll be in good shape. The people that “developed” this part of the country should’ve had their damned head examined.
I wasn’t allowed to touch mum’s kitchen matches for lighting the oven, but the day following Guy Fawkes night in 1965, I broke that rule. We lived in poverty, mum couldn’t afford to buy fireworks, but she let me watch everyone else let theirs off.
It was unseasonably dewy that November night, I noticed plenty of duds from the wet wicks, and I planned to get up early and hunt down a heap of them. My very own crackers yo let off!
Of course, all the other kids had the same idea, the swine! Most were already filling pockets when I got out of bed, but I found a firework that’d been overloaded, a Catherine when, still nailed on the fence, with a smudged wet touch-paper. I snaffled it!
I had enough brains to let it dry out, but not enough to pick the right spot to commit my crime. Mum had one failing, she was a cat woman. There were four of the dozy bastards asleep in the lounge room when I pinched a match and lit the touch-paper of the wheel, on the lounge room floor!
Have you ever seen the ‘Globe of Death’ at a circus? Two motorcycle riders shut in a steel-frame globe, one speeding horizontally around the globe, the other vertically, going faster and faster. Those dopey cats were rudely awakened by the shower of sparks spinning from this bloody firework wheel, they couldn’t get enough traction on the linoleum flooring to escape this fiery threat, so scooted to the wooden walls of the fairly small room, hooking their clawd in, running away so fast that they kept missing the part open doorway to escape.
Bloody cats, in full panic, running for their very lives at every angle, while I sat dumbfounded, watching the spectacle. Everu once in a while a cat would fluke the right angle to hit the gap at the door, through to safety, away from the monster trying to kill them!
I was still sitting there, gob open, when the shower of sparks stopped shortly after the last cat ejected from the room. That’s when mum stuck her head around the door to see what was going on, I knew just how close to death by the strap I was, being no stranger to it. Luckily for me, she was laughing, having witnessed the aerial ejection of all four cats through the door, one at a time at all angles of attack for airborne travel. I got a lecture about not playing with matches (but I wasn’t, this was serious, my bery first firework), while the cats eventually returned, probably short a few of their lives from heart attacks, the dozy fat things.
Surprisingly, considering the showers of sparks, you couldn’t see marks on the lino, it’s hardy stuff.
Sorry about the mistakes, my eyesight is quite bad. I am waiting to see the gubmint ophthalmologist for more surgery and intraocular injections.
Too funny!
Surviving mistakes in judgment makes for some pretty good stories!
Igor, it took two more years before I was allowed to carefully stack the kindling and hardwood in the firebox on the stove, then light and stoke the fire carefully to get a good cooking heat.
Mum made porridge and tea on the stove for breakfast before she went to work, and me to school. The old kerosene fridges were okay too, and I was no stranger to a kero lamp.
When we were over in England we were no strangers to Kerosene space heaters, either!
Oh, and the electric meters that went to each flat had to be stuffed with shillings (they would hold five) and when the flat went dark, mom would sigh and look over at dad and say, “Did you forget to feed the meter, Darwin?” Good times.
Anybody with a welder and some steel plate can knock up a wood stove. For a thermometer grab one from a BBQ lid ($10 at Home Depot), drill a hole in the oven door and you’re good. Amazon sells gasket rope to seal the door and fire bricks for the firebox.
On the farm we had a Findlay Condor stove for cooking. It had two sets of grates, one for coal and one for wood. My mom made amazing omelettes in a cast iron pan in that oven.
Food cooked in the oven of a wood stove is special. Roast chook, yum.
My grandmother had a wood cookstove that looked exactly like the one above until the mid 60s. My grands also heated with potbelly stoves until 1970 when they bought an airtight.
We heat with a woodstove. If you can at least have it as a backup source of heat you’ll sleep better at night.
We can also cook on it in a pinch.
I do the same. wood heat is just better, more even thru the house
it is the feeding of the stove that can be a bit of a pain at times.
looked at a stove like the one above, didn’t have the cash for it
although I did want it bad. My grandmother had one just like it.
one Christmas is was really nice sitting in her kitchen with it.
smelling the baking of cookies !
even old stoves like that go for over 2-3 grand around here.
last time I check out a new wood cookstove the price was over 5 grand and change
Dave, the Amish make wood cookstoves up your way I think.
We had one of these: https://stovesandmore.com/product/cabin-tender-wood-cook-stove/
Ended up selling it, but they’re under $2K still.
never saw these before. thanks. I have to start saving my pennies ! a lot of the Amish around here have the fancy ones form Lehman’s. that was the only place that I knew of that sold anything like that.
and a couple of years ago when I was moving up here
they didn’t have any in stock. 2017-18. from what I remember the ones they got in where already sold to people. and the local stores had none in stock.
even plain wood stoves where in and out the door inside of a week around here after the price of oil went up ! my one neighbor bought a wood stove insert and had to wait 5 months to get it installed !
gets cold around here come winter time.
most people with oil or propane get at least one refill
each winter. some need 2 or more.
when I put the 2 woodstoves in here, my neighbors thought I was nuts. they don’t think that way now.
this past winter, I heated the house for free- just work, just had to split and stack the firewood.
heating oil is still over 4 bucks a gallon here.
first winter, I spent over a grand in heating oil easy
and that was a 2 something a gallon.
wood heat is the only way for me now.
It works, but it takes a skilled and experienced cook to judge the oven temp by just waving a hand in it. Also the fire control; just how many splints to add to get the desired amount of heat and keep it that way. Great Grandma had skilz!
There are dial thermometers that you can hang in the oven…
My gram and my mum cooked on wood stoves. One thing that apparently troubles Central and North America is creosote buildup leading to chimney fires, I’ve never heard of that anywhere in Australia. I don’t think that the Kiwis are bothered by it either, every home there has a fireplace too, but it’s usually only high elevation homes here that heat with fireplace or stove. Wood stoves must still be popular, as you see stove black for sale online and in bush general stores.
Creosote isn’t an issue if you burn hardwoods and run it hotter. A smoldering fire will cause soot and creosote buildup.
I heat with wood and a yearly cleaning of the chimney keeps the flue and pipes safe.
Most fires are caused by people not knowing how to run their stove and failing to do basic maintenance.
Depends on what elevation you are, but you’re right. We burn pine up here in the Rockies and for some reason it lasts a
long time if you get the damper set just right. And hot too.
When I lived in the Northeast pine would literally evaporate in a wood stove or fireplace.
We clean out once a year. The stove you have is important too. The convection burners are more efficient.
I got that impression from reading Phil’s mate Joel over at TUAK, The Ultimate Answer to Kings, the amputee desert hermit’s blog.
As a USAF dependent living in England for almost four years – ’58 thru ’61 – my mom had a 15′ long coal/coke HUGE cast-iron stove/oven/water heater to cook with when we rented 1/2 of an English Manor in Leiston (Two GI families lived in it.) We had the “servant” quarters side, complete with a kitchen big enough to LIVE in, and 12(!) rooms to heat. The stove burned coal or coke, I had to fill the coal/coke buckets every morning for the day’s burning – it wasn’t much of a chore in the summer.
Did I mention the stove had water pipes in it that went up to a water tank on the second floor for hot water? Convection circulation, worked with NO moving parts! That meant we HAD to keep a portion of the stove fired up all the time if we wanted ANY hot water. The kitchen got rather warm in the Summer, and we had no clothes dryer so we always had a rack of clothes drying in the kitchen in the Winter.
I can literally start a COAL fire with just a single newspaper sheet – it was an art. Wood? Piece o’ cake!.
I wondered what that sucker weighed!
I spent my childhood loading the coal stove so my Dad could keep the thermostat at 55. Cheap bastard and a Scot too. “You’re cold? put a bloody sweater on”
The only thing to burn around here is tumbleweeds and fenceposts. Trees are what somebody planted eons ago. If I can figure out a way to burn and drink dirt, we’ll be in good shape. The people that “developed” this part of the country should’ve had their damned head examined.
I wasn’t allowed to touch mum’s kitchen matches for lighting the oven, but the day following Guy Fawkes night in 1965, I broke that rule. We lived in poverty, mum couldn’t afford to buy fireworks, but she let me watch everyone else let theirs off.
It was unseasonably dewy that November night, I noticed plenty of duds from the wet wicks, and I planned to get up early and hunt down a heap of them. My very own crackers yo let off!
Of course, all the other kids had the same idea, the swine! Most were already filling pockets when I got out of bed, but I found a firework that’d been overloaded, a Catherine when, still nailed on the fence, with a smudged wet touch-paper. I snaffled it!
I had enough brains to let it dry out, but not enough to pick the right spot to commit my crime. Mum had one failing, she was a cat woman. There were four of the dozy bastards asleep in the lounge room when I pinched a match and lit the touch-paper of the wheel, on the lounge room floor!
Have you ever seen the ‘Globe of Death’ at a circus? Two motorcycle riders shut in a steel-frame globe, one speeding horizontally around the globe, the other vertically, going faster and faster. Those dopey cats were rudely awakened by the shower of sparks spinning from this bloody firework wheel, they couldn’t get enough traction on the linoleum flooring to escape this fiery threat, so scooted to the wooden walls of the fairly small room, hooking their clawd in, running away so fast that they kept missing the part open doorway to escape.
Bloody cats, in full panic, running for their very lives at every angle, while I sat dumbfounded, watching the spectacle. Everu once in a while a cat would fluke the right angle to hit the gap at the door, through to safety, away from the monster trying to kill them!
I was still sitting there, gob open, when the shower of sparks stopped shortly after the last cat ejected from the room. That’s when mum stuck her head around the door to see what was going on, I knew just how close to death by the strap I was, being no stranger to it. Luckily for me, she was laughing, having witnessed the aerial ejection of all four cats through the door, one at a time at all angles of attack for airborne travel. I got a lecture about not playing with matches (but I wasn’t, this was serious, my bery first firework), while the cats eventually returned, probably short a few of their lives from heart attacks, the dozy fat things.
Surprisingly, considering the showers of sparks, you couldn’t see marks on the lino, it’s hardy stuff.
Sorry about the mistakes, my eyesight is quite bad. I am waiting to see the gubmint ophthalmologist for more surgery and intraocular injections.
Too funny!
Surviving mistakes in judgment makes for some pretty good stories!
Igor, it took two more years before I was allowed to carefully stack the kindling and hardwood in the firebox on the stove, then light and stoke the fire carefully to get a good cooking heat.
Mum made porridge and tea on the stove for breakfast before she went to work, and me to school. The old kerosene fridges were okay too, and I was no stranger to a kero lamp.
When we were over in England we were no strangers to Kerosene space heaters, either!
Oh, and the electric meters that went to each flat had to be stuffed with shillings (they would hold five) and when the flat went dark, mom would sigh and look over at dad and say, “Did you forget to feed the meter, Darwin?” Good times.
Anybody with a welder and some steel plate can knock up a wood stove. For a thermometer grab one from a BBQ lid ($10 at Home Depot), drill a hole in the oven door and you’re good. Amazon sells gasket rope to seal the door and fire bricks for the firebox.
On the farm we had a Findlay Condor stove for cooking. It had two sets of grates, one for coal and one for wood. My mom made amazing omelettes in a cast iron pan in that oven.
Food cooked in the oven of a wood stove is special. Roast chook, yum.
My grandmother had a wood cookstove that looked exactly like the one above until the mid 60s. My grands also heated with potbelly stoves until 1970 when they bought an airtight.