3 thoughts on “Days of Real Sport: Empyin’ The Ashes

  1. When I was a kid, my Grandparents Cain still had a coal-fired furnace down in the basement. When we would visit around Christmas, first thing each morning either Grandpa or my dad would go down and shovel in a fresh load of coal to warm the house up. I so wanted to be big enough that I could shovel coal. Then I got big enough. You know, shoveling coal into a furnace is a hot, dirty, nasty job.

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    • My grandmother’s (possibly pre 20th century) rowhouse probably got converted to oil heat sometime in the 1950s. She passed away in the 1980s, and there was still a half a binful of coal still in the basement that I shovelled out and hauled to the curb in individual plastic grocery bags when I was barely a teenager.

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