It was all my Grandma's fault for up and dying right after she had paid to have the winter's coal delivered. Everyone in the neighborhood heated their homes with wood, even the people we thought were rich. It was what we had done since the first cabins were erected, and we didn't see any sense in changing as late as 1965. Wood was free and plentiful in those Tennessee hills, and almost everyone had a chainsaw by then. Grandma and Grandpa were getting on up in years, and it became difficult to lift the heavy firewood to put in the heater to heat their home. Someone they knew had a good pickup and a source of cheap coal, and with a little encouragement, they bought a used coal heater and had a winter's supply of coal delivered. Oh, it was so good! They could get enough coal in a bucket to last for most days. Just a few pieces of the burning coal could put out enough heat for them to stay comfortable. No more piling enough firewood by the front door...
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