One winter our furnace broke down in the middle of winter. We didn't have the money to get it fixed. We did not get it fixed until late the next winter. Each morning I would get up, put the kettle on for tea, fill the sinks with hot water, and bake something. We used a couple of little space heaters. I would bundle all the children up on the sofa or on my lap with blankets, and I would read. That was the time that I learned about the difference of being chilly and being dangerously cold.
I always said that I would find someplace to go if it got dangerously cold. I don't think it ever got below the upper fifties in the house even though it was quite cold outside. I cooked to keep warm. Those were lean times when there wasn't much to eat. I knew that if I didn't bake biscuits or something, we wouldn't eat. Unfortunately, at the time, I didn't know how to make bread very well. I did learn to make biscuits and cornbread and all kinds of soups.
Oh, but the memories we made all snuggled up, drinking homemade cocoa, reading lots of books, and facing it all together. For the parents, it was a struggle to survive. For the children, it was an adventure.
Lord Jesus, please provide for my dear readers so that they have food to eat and are warm this winter. I ask it in Jesus' Name according to your riches in glory. Amen.
Now, go read this post about Keeping Shivers at Bay for some practical tips.
Be blessed friend!
Mrs. Laura Lane
Note: We lived in Southern Kansas at the time. We're not talking subzero temperatures.