On Tuesday we took possession of something very large and heavy... my early Christmas present!
Specifically we received a Baker's Choice wood cookstove, purchased through the regional brokerage Obadiah's Woodstoves in Montana.
This was not a spontaneous purchase. It required much thought as well as saving up the money for its purchase. However a cookstove is, we feel, a critical part of a self-sufficient household.
Right now the only source of heat in our house is our beloved antique parlor stove. It does a wonderful job heating; however it's located in one corner a distance away from the rest of the house.
We cluster around it during cold weather, of course; but it also means the other side of the house can be quite chilly during a cold snap.
We had purchased an antique wood cookstove a few years ago, a lovely little piece in excellent condition. Unfortunately it was missing several critical parts, parts we would need to get custom-manufactured before it could be used. A new cookstove has been at the backs of our minds ever since.
Consider this passage from the book Better Off by Eric Brende: "I noticed in nearly every local kitchen a big black, shiny cookstove with a little insignia on the front bearing the words 'Pioneer Maid.' It was an invention of two Amish brothers from Canada, and it was more than an ordinary stove. It was the first-ever application of the principle of airtight combustion to wood-fired cooking. This made it the only notable advance in wood cookstoves in at least one hundred years, probably since the introduction of cast iron. Besides being efficient, the stove was versatile It could cook, bake, maintain a hot water supply, dry vegetables, and heat 2,000 square feet of living space all at the same time. For the local housewife, it was an all-purpose appliance that met most of her heating needs at the touch of her fingertips."
I think it was this passage, more than anything, that made us realize an antique cookstove -- however beautiful -- would never be as efficient as a modern air-tight version.
This line of cookstoves comes in three sizes: Baker's Choice, the larger Pioneer Maid, and the slightly fancier Pioneer Princess. Two of our neighbors own Pioneer Maids and love them. We had neither the space nor the need for the larger versions, so we decided on a Baker's Choice.
When we ordered the stove and placed our deposit, we were told there was a backlog and a waiting period (they're very popular stoves!), and couldn't expect delivery until late December or early January at the earliest. So imagine our surprise and delight when, last week, we received a phone call that the stove was on its way!
Tuesday morning the freight delivery driver called for specific directions to our house. I went to the end of our driveway and peered down the road, anxiously awaiting his arrival.
At last the truck hove into view. The driver later told us he had some scary moments since his truck was sliding badly on the mud coming up the hill.
We were under strict instructions from Obadiah's to inspect and photograph the stove before offloading it, with the right to refuse shipment if it was damaged (by, say, a forklift tine puncturing the side). The driver (a cheerful bespectacled fellow) had delivered these stoves before and knew the routine, so he joined in the inspection.
We noted some damage to the box...
...so we lifted the box off and looked at the stove itself.
We examined it from all sides, and it was in pristine condition.
So we reboxed it and the driver pulled it onto the lift gate.
Then, using a neighbor's tractor with a forklift attachment, Don carefully slid the tines under the box...
...and lifted up the stove. (By the way, the neighbor who owns the tractor was with us, watching. He described me as "giddy," which was dead-on accurate.)
We wished the truck driver a Merry Christmas, then Don transported the stove toward the house.
We parked it in the barn for the time being.
In part because it was delivered early, we're not ready to install the stove in the house just yet. Thankfully we already have a stove pipe extending upward through the roof (remnant of an earlier stove installation from our house's previous owners), so we have no other option where to place the stove.
Once Christmas is over and we remove the tree, we'll move the hoosier hutch to a different spot and install the stove in the hoosier's place (we can't put the stove directly in front of the window, of course). We'll have to construct a fireproof pad and backing as well as get the necessary piping to connect with the ceiling pipe.
So for the time being, we wait. But our neighbor is right: I'm giddy with anticipation and can't wait to learn the art of cooking on a woodstove.
Thank you to my darling husband for my Christmas present!
Thursday, December 11, 2014
An early Christmas present
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Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Our Christmas tree
It was time to find our Christmas tree.
Because Lihn's cage is where we normally set up the tree, we decided to put the tree in front of the window instead.
But to do this, we needed to disassemble the cookstove which has occupied that spot for several years. This stove is missing some critical components we need to get custom-manufactured before the stove can be used, so for all that time it's just been taking up space.
So we took it apart and stored it in the barn for the time being.
This left a very dirty spot that needed some serious cleaning.
Since we have plans for this spot after Christmas is over, we decided to modify the boot unit as well. We disassembled the bookshelf portion and moved the books elsewhere. Then Don reattached the cubbyhole part on top of the bench part, making a single unit.
Meanwhile the girls and I set out to find a Christmas tree. It was a foggy, misty day.
We walked around the woods, noting any suitable candidates. Candidate No. 1:
Candidate No. 2:
Candidate No. 3:
Candidate No. 4:
The woods were definitely in a spooky mood.
This enormous tamarack came down in a storm awhile ago. Eventually we'll harvest it for firewood.
After some discussion...
...the girls decided Candidate No. 1 was the best choice, and we all headed back up to the house to fetch Don.
With bow saw and nippers in hand, we reviewed Candidate No. 1 again to confirm our choice. The consensus was YES.
It was a funny little tree with a thin bare truck up to about six feet, then a bushy symmetrical top. Don warned it would grow taller once it was cut (don't cut trees always become taller once they're on the ground?), but he began sawing nonetheless.
Here Older Daughter applies pressure so the trunk doesn't pinch the saw.
Once on the ground, the girls know the routine. Pull!
Sure enough, the tree had grown by several feet the moment it hit the ground. Such is life.
Through the gate and into the driveway.
While Don did a little nipping and trimming...
...I set up the tree stand.
Turned out to be a lovely selection, and just the right height.
As evening fell, we got the lights on.
Don nipped the top by a few inches, and installed the angel.
Then we put on Christmas music and started decorating.
Lihn watched with great interest as Older Daughter decorated the handrail. (Don't worry, the tinsel is out of her reach.)
GG helped hang some of the many ornaments we've collected over the years.
Younger Daughter grabbed her violin and played with some of the music.
Lydia always enjoys the tree. She thinks we're weird for hauling a large specimen of vegetation indoors, but she doesn't seem to mind.
This is my beloved nativity set my parents gave me just after I graduated from college. One of the nicest gifts I've ever received.
Altogether it's a beautiful tree. We may break down and purchase an artificial tree for next year (live indoor trees exacerbate Don's allergies), but for now we're grateful for such a thing of beauty.
Because Lihn's cage is where we normally set up the tree, we decided to put the tree in front of the window instead.
But to do this, we needed to disassemble the cookstove which has occupied that spot for several years. This stove is missing some critical components we need to get custom-manufactured before the stove can be used, so for all that time it's just been taking up space.
So we took it apart and stored it in the barn for the time being.
This left a very dirty spot that needed some serious cleaning.
Since we have plans for this spot after Christmas is over, we decided to modify the boot unit as well. We disassembled the bookshelf portion and moved the books elsewhere. Then Don reattached the cubbyhole part on top of the bench part, making a single unit.
Meanwhile the girls and I set out to find a Christmas tree. It was a foggy, misty day.
We walked around the woods, noting any suitable candidates. Candidate No. 1:
Candidate No. 2:
Candidate No. 3:
Candidate No. 4:
The woods were definitely in a spooky mood.
This enormous tamarack came down in a storm awhile ago. Eventually we'll harvest it for firewood.
After some discussion...
...the girls decided Candidate No. 1 was the best choice, and we all headed back up to the house to fetch Don.
With bow saw and nippers in hand, we reviewed Candidate No. 1 again to confirm our choice. The consensus was YES.
It was a funny little tree with a thin bare truck up to about six feet, then a bushy symmetrical top. Don warned it would grow taller once it was cut (don't cut trees always become taller once they're on the ground?), but he began sawing nonetheless.
Here Older Daughter applies pressure so the trunk doesn't pinch the saw.
Once on the ground, the girls know the routine. Pull!
Sure enough, the tree had grown by several feet the moment it hit the ground. Such is life.
Through the gate and into the driveway.
While Don did a little nipping and trimming...
...I set up the tree stand.
Turned out to be a lovely selection, and just the right height.
As evening fell, we got the lights on.
Don nipped the top by a few inches, and installed the angel.
Then we put on Christmas music and started decorating.
Lihn watched with great interest as Older Daughter decorated the handrail. (Don't worry, the tinsel is out of her reach.)
GG helped hang some of the many ornaments we've collected over the years.
Younger Daughter grabbed her violin and played with some of the music.
Lydia always enjoys the tree. She thinks we're weird for hauling a large specimen of vegetation indoors, but she doesn't seem to mind.
This is my beloved nativity set my parents gave me just after I graduated from college. One of the nicest gifts I've ever received.
Altogether it's a beautiful tree. We may break down and purchase an artificial tree for next year (live indoor trees exacerbate Don's allergies), but for now we're grateful for such a thing of beauty.
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Christmas tree
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Sad but true
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Christmas,
humor,
public schools
Monday, December 8, 2014
Skiing penguins
Yesterday Older Daughter decided to wear a long skirt to church, but since it was cold outside she wanted to wear leggings under her skirt for extra warmth.
Trouble was, she couldn't find her leggings. So, in the absence of time, she settled on pajamas.
Complete with skiing penguins. Hey, whatever works.
Her argument is no one knew she was wearing them except, arguably, God -- so what did it matter?
Trouble was, she couldn't find her leggings. So, in the absence of time, she settled on pajamas.
Complete with skiing penguins. Hey, whatever works.
Her argument is no one knew she was wearing them except, arguably, God -- so what did it matter?
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