Friday, November 9, 2012

Fire Time

One of my early memories of Grandpa T was being taught how to build fires in the wood stove.  One time he even let me hold the match, and as it started to burn close to my fingers he told me to hold the tip of the match up so it wouldn't burn me.  Unfortunately I tipped it the wrong way and burned myself good!  Needless to say I've never forgotten the experience of that day.

Grandpa always challenged my brother and me to build "single-match fires" -- a demonstration of skill.   Funny how he preferred to use the blow torch.

I enjoyed seeing the tradition of grandfathers teaching grandsons how to build fires continued this year.  And I'm happy to report there were no casualties!





YAY for fires and hot chocolate and snuggly soft blankets!  (And yes, he does try to blow this fire out, too.)

3 comments:

Nana said...

Thanks for sharing your experience learning about fires from Grandpa T. There's nothing like a warm glowing fire on a chilly night in your grandpa's house.

We love our Grandpas!

Betsy said...

oooo I miss the woodstove!!! sooo snuggly warm!

Jim and Lisa said...

I love that Dad has a coat on...says how cold it must be there in the house!