bthylafh wrote:Ugh. Reminds me of summers cutting wood at my grandparents' farm, piling it into my dad's truck, and making a big pile in the driveway. Then in winter I got to go to school smelling of woodsmoke because filling the stove (outside unit that heated the house via water lines and forced induction) before school was my job.
I'm sure it's not as bad as I remember (and sometimes it could even be fun), but I sure got sick of cutting wood and being eaten alive by bugs.
Oh yeah, I remember using a maul with great fondness. ::cough::
And until you got that draft going ok, lighting the stove would just fill the house with smoke. I like burning wood smell, but maaaan.
zzz wrote:This seems like a thing that shouldn't be a thing for those that live in first world countries. Last time I saw someone use a wood-burning stove was an Acadian historical village, it worked and they made real food but everyone in that town has either and electric or gas-powered stove, they were just trying to be authentic.
My parents live in an area that has fiber deployed, so it's not even farmtown, USA. It made economic sense in the 80's for us to have a wood stove as natural gas wasn't available and using whatever heating was built in the house was both expensive and ineffective. But yeah, like others pointed out, this is for heat, not cookin'. I mean, we roasted chestnuts on the top of it but that's about it.
Ash all over the place, emptying the ash collecting bin, we had a catalytic converter too and some vents to direct the hot air but no blowers. Once natural gas became available, they were the first in the neighborhood to get it and shouldered some of the cost to get a main line run out. Other neighbors later on followed suit once it was available. Heck, we had a heat-exchange solar system for hot water too. They only recently were able sucker someone into buying the 400 lb or 800 lb monster (the 800 lb might be the metal lathe, I forget) and moving it out after having it sit unused for a few years.