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The Rural Voice, 2005-01, Page 314 Jib In Praise of the Cook Stove In the days before electric stoves, the wood stove was the centre of the home, source of heat and food By Barbara Weiler There is a novel by Amy Tan with the title "The Kitchen God's Wife." It refers to an oriental idol whose task it is to preside over the kitchen. It has always brought to my mind an image of the cook stove in the farmhouse of my childhood as god of the kitchen. My mother hovered over it and together they were symbolically and physically the centre of our home. It provided the heat for the farmhouse, with pipes and gratings allowing the hot air to rise to the bedrooms in use above, while the stairway, front room and upper hallway were left unheated, doors closed to keep in the warmth. We still prize woodstoves today, as a supplementary or major heat source for our homes. Our woodstove supplied not only heat but was for many years the source of our food as well. Cooking on the woodstove, especially baking, was a daunting task for the neophyte. One had to think not only of the measuring, mixing and kneading of ingredients, but of coaxing the oven to the proper temperature. The process began with kindling and newspaper strategically placed, with dampers at just the right setting. Small hardwood logs were introduced at just the right moment, and finally the large chunks that would burn steadily for a long time. The dampers readjusted, the oven thermometer was checked to gauge when exactly the right time had come to slide in the apple pies or bran muffins. When my mother was first married, she came to the farm from a comfortable home in Toronto with all the modern conveniences. My father noticed that a pile of brush not far from the house, which he had planned to burn when fall came, was mysteriously shrinking in size. This mystery was solved when he discovered that my mother had been breaking up the small branches and using them as kindling to light the cook stove. The warming oven on the top of the range was perfect for rising bread dough, and the tank on the side provided hot water for a myriad of uses from laundry to Saturday night baths, to hot water bottles for warming the sheets of chilly beds. On top of the stove a large kettle steamed away adding humidity to the air, and at meal time the pots of potatoes and pans of pork bubbled and sizzled there. Delicious aromas of baking apples or tea biscuits filled with raisins greeted us as we arrived home from our walk from school. The wood box stood behind the stove and keeping it filled was one of the tasks assigned to the children in the family. We trudged up and down the cellar stairs to the dirt floor basement where the wood was stored, making sure that there was always enough fuel to see mother through the day. In the winter months the stove was kept burning at all times. My father rose to check it during the night, to avoid rising to a stone cold fire on a January morning. Modern homes currently have what is referred to as "great rooms", open areas that combine kitchen, eating and family rooms. The farm kitchen was the equivalent of the great room, with the cook stove at its centre. The pantry, a narrow room adjacent to the kitchen, was used for the storing and preparation of food, but the cooking, eating, and leisure activities were all done in the kitchen. We did our homework and played games of crokinole at the big table or we listened to the radio while my father read the paper and my mother mended or darned socks. Saturday night was bath night when we each took our turn in the small tub behind the stove while we listened to Foster Hewitt's "He shoots, he scores!" from Maple Leaf Gardens and cheered on Syl Apps, Teeder Kennedy and goal tender Turk Broda . The warming oven also provided a place to dry out sopping socks and mittens after an afternoon outdoors sledding, cross country skiing or skating. I liked to warm up by standing with my back to the side of the stove, sometimes staying a little too long, so that the smell of scorched wool reminded me to move away before I caught fire. I tend to wax nostalgic about the cook stove now, but at the time it finally disappeared from our farm house, shortly before our wedding, I was not reluctant to see it go, making way for oil heating and an electric range. To many homes, both urban and rural, the woodstove or fireplace have remained as a source of heat and comfort. Few people have cook stoves any more except the Old Order Mennonite or Amish who cling to the old ways, or those who live in isolated areas. It is with a feeling of security that people who have a woodstove know that in emergencies such as the power blackout last year, the old standby can be relied on for warmth and hot coffee. With the threat of increased power outages in the future, some may contemplate the return of the cook stove.0 JANUARY 2005 27