Posted tagged ‘Radiator’

“June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold..”

November 23, 2013

The weatherman says to expect a cold front starting tomorrow. I just bought a new hat, a wool knitted hat with ear flaps, so bring on the cold. I think I’m going to look quite fashionable.

This morning I watched leaves fall one at a time from the big oak tree by the deck. They fluttered as they fell. I watched the birds at the feeders, mostly drab gold finches, eating thistle and sunflowers seeds. When Gracie comes in from outside, her ears are cold. The other morning a thin layer of ice-covered the water in the bird bath. I don’t hear people outside any more. Winter is coming.

Winter brings back memories. I remember the hissing of the radiators in the house where I grew up and how the windows in the morning sometimes had a thin layer of ice on the inside. I’d use my nail to write my name. We always wore warm pajamas and sock slippers. For breakfast my mother made oatmeal and added milk and sugar. The walk to school was quickest in winter. The worst part of the walk was passing the field where the wind whipped across and seemed to go through every layer of my clothes to touch my bones. Getting to school was always welcomed. It was warm.

In winter there was never enough space in the cloak room outside my classroom. Winter coats were bulky and the hooks were small. I’d stuff my mittens and my hat in my sleeves then try to get my coat to hang. Sometimes it stayed on the hook while other times it was held up by the coats around it all jammed together. On the coldest days I’d leave my sweater on. The nuns didn’t care. They sometimes wore black ones with buttons.

Getting coats to go home was always done in rows. The nun would announce our row, and we’d get our coats and bring them into class and get dressed there while the other rows went and got theirs. Sometimes the nuns had to zipper coats. They never seemed to mind. I conquered zippers early though sometimes it took two tries. The hat came next and the mittens last. We’d stand in a line in the classroom until the bell was rung to dismiss us then we’d walk to the door and into the cold.

Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.

February 22, 2011

The day has been a busy one with me running all over getting blood tests done in two places and a tire checked and filled. The errands meant going across from one side of the cape to the other. The worst  of it all was no morning coffee. Blood letting I don’t mind but missing my morning coffee makes me grumpy.

The cold just doesn’t seem to want to leave. It’s 27° now and last night was in the single digits, but I didn’t care. I was inside, warm and cozy. Gracie made a pit stop on the run last night before bed. She wasn’t enjoying the cold.

When I was a kid, on the coldest mornings, frost gathered inside on the bottom window panes. To me, the frost always looked like mountain ranges spread across the pane with the summits all different heights. I used to take my fingernail and draw or write on the windows. I never remember being cold, but I suspect the house was not well insulated. Radiators were the source of the heat. The one in my room was on the floor at the foot of the bed. I remember my father fiddling with the silver control on the left side of the radiator. On really cold days, when I got home from school, I’d lean against the hot radiator to get warm. After playing in the snow, we used to put our wet mittens on the top of the radiator so they would dry faster. I loved the sounds of the radiator: the hissing of the steam and the banging of the pipes.

I know my house is warmer and there is never any frost, but I miss that old radiator. It is one more thing gone.