I have a fireplace. We were so thrilled when we looked at this house and realized that it came with a working fireplace. We only made fires with real logs a couple of times but had boxes of the fake ones that we used frequently. Then, Mary got sick. She still wanted fires occasionally but last fall she couldn't stand the smell, no matter how slight, at all.
I had cleaned, scrubbed, and even used the shop vacuum on it to get it as clean as possible. "I can smell something, are you sure it is clean?" she'd say and I'd use the vacuum with the air filter to go through it once again.
I opened the glass doors and screen then reached in and opened the flue. I put the fake log on the andiron and when I struck the match to light it...I noticed how clean...spotless really, the fireplace was and a flood of memories overwhelmed me.
Nobody was home so I turned off all the lights, laid on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and remembered.
Posted by bbarton at November 4, 2006 11:59 AMBeautfiul, Bob. :)
Posted by: heather anne on November 4, 2006 12:28 PMMy first thought after reading your post was the same as Heather Ann's..."Beautiful" was the exact word that came to my mind as well.
Sorry I missed dinner at Dave's tonight!
Posted by: Ash on November 5, 2006 09:31 PMAsh - I'm sorry you missed tonight too! We watched an awesome move, "Night at the Roxbury".
Posted by: Bob on November 5, 2006 10:03 PM
that sounds like the perfect way to remember.
Posted by: heidi on November 4, 2006 12:21 PM