I remember sleeping in a cold house…..

I think my comment is in spamland. but. I feel very strongly about this post (thinking of my own sister). I grew up in -30 degrees (celsius) without central heating–cold cold cold cold

Wow, that sucks Elsa.

These kinds of stories remind me of when our heat was off and my evil step-dad stole the gate off the neighbors fence for firewood.

Or the time I spent hours and hours walking a horse with colic around in circles in the freezing cold. It was soooo very cold and everyone else was sitting in the truck snoozing in the heat and they had forgotten me. I finally had to go and wake them up and I remember that feeling to this day. They were willing to leave me to freeze as long as they were comfortable.

So I understand where you’re coming from.

max
['Sleep well.']

(((Elsa))) We all seem to have some weird shit somewhere… some of us have more than others. Hugs help. (elsa)

Ugh- sorry Elsa- a couple winters in Detroit we didn’t have heat or hot water. Hope writing the story helped you sleep good.

Thanks for honoring us with your story, told with dignity and compassion. I sometimes wonder if those who grow to be of service to others often endure such lessons at the beginning of their lives. Your earliest struggles with the elements gave you the wisdom and empathy to do the work you now do, teaching and guiding others.

It’s a good day for a miracle, Elsa. Embrace yours, and thanks for giving us ours.

I remember my grandma teaching my sister and I to stand over the heat register in our nightgowns in the morning, to warm us up (there was no heat in the upstairs). What a delightful feeling that was.

For some reason it never occurred to me that adobe houses would get hot inside… I always assumed that the thickness of the walls would help insulate against the heat. But it’s permeable (duh).
Things you never think of #3,802.

(((E))) I’m flabbergasted by this story. Truly.

I totally got your point before you commented about it. (((elsa)))

Remembering is good, and I hope that it helped you get some much needed sleep. When I remember crappy shit that happened, especially when too young to be able to change things, it makes me truly appreciate my life now. Ya know, like if you’ve never experienced ‘going to bed hungry’ how can you appreciate a simple hot meal?

Elsa it makes perfect sense. You are a loving sister and as such it would be hard to enjoy being warm when you knew she was cold. She is blessed.

And thank you for sharing this story. My children and I have been living like this for years put blankets in the dryer before bed so the kids can at least go to bed warm. In the 2 years since the divorce money has not changed but we have. Everyone works to keep the fire going and see to eachother. I pray the day will come soon that the changes in our lives occuring will bring new opportunies to make the money we need to be warm and to be able to buy the kids the clothes and shoes they need WHEN they need them.

Your story went deep with me as the moon goes through pisces and emotions are deep for me today as are my dreams….

We didn’t have heat either when I growing up. I had a small fire place in my room which didn’t get much use but a few times a year here in Texas. I used to sleep in my dads old sleeping bag when it got cold. This reminded me of the time a friend spent the night and she woke me up shaking. I looked over at the barely glowing embers and said “do you want to start another fire?” She said “Can’t we just turn the heat on?”
“Um, that is the heat.”