While exploring around a vintage shop the other day, I found myself drawn to this woodstove.
I have no way to prove it, but I swear this could be the very woodstove from my childhood house. Perhaps it isn't. Maybe a million of these were manufactured and they can easily be found. But I like to think this might be the very stove that warmed my frozen mittens and damp socks on winter days in 1986. It could be, right?
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I think it's so wonderful to come across artifacts from youth like this---it's like your childhood self coming back to say hi, to remind yourself, just for a minute, where you came from and why you are here.
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