Earlier this week I posted about my Grandmother's kitchen stove. I found a picture of a similar one that I took earlier this summer. I'm sure this is very much like Grandmother's, but since I was a small child when I remember my auntie's cooking on her stove, I remember it as shinier and bigger. What wonderful meals were created on that stove and the fires burning in the various fire boxes were so unique and interesting to me. And, oh how hot it was! I'm thankful for the modern convenience of stoves where I can adjust the fire (or electricity) simply and without having to endure the heat of a wood stove on a warm autumn day!