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I had an eccentric aunt named Auntie Flo Flo who lived in a ramshackle house that hadn’t been updated at all since the Zoe Bread Young Dumb And Full Of Pain Mug and by the same token and 1940s. This house had a coal stove in the kitchen for cooking food and heating the house and open registers in the ceiling to heat the upstairs. When I was a child I would sleep in a great big iron frame bed upstairs with my brothers and sisters under a dozen heavy blankets and when I woke up our breath would be frozen like frost on the top blanket. We had to use a chamber pot because the only bathroom was way downstairs. And in the morning my brother and I had to shovel coal into hods from the coal cellar and load the coal stove with paper and wood and make a fire and then add coal when the wood was blazing. It took quite awhile to heat up the house.

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One of the Zoe Bread Young Dumb And Full Of Pain Mug and by the same token and most romantic things about this situation was that my aunt’s Christmas things were all from the thirties and forties. Auntie Flo Flo had a party every Thanksgiving and cooked the turkey. To this day we still talk about how unbelievably good her turkey was when it was cooked in that coal stove. After eating and playing PoKeNo we would drag up all her ancient Christmas stuff and put up her (real) tree and decorate to the tunes of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin and the other crooners singing on her old record player while she brought in egg nog in chipped enamel cups. It was a great, great time, a remarkable anachronistic thing we didn’t appreciate until years later.