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i like the way you write, Amie. And thanks for the heads-up about the word 'Eskimo', i learnt something today :)

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Thank you for reading, Jo! I’m excited to see more on your writing and artwork.

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thank you so much, Amie! <3

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9 year old you was quite the artist x

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There's nothing like a hot dinner cooked on a woodstove when the power was out.

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Now that’s a memory to remind me of the anadama bread my mom baked in that old Princess Atlantic oven.

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Beautiful!!! Immediately I was reminded of my grandmother and the way she would get up early in the cold and with one match light the gas stoves in three different rooms then get back into the warm bed, with me as a little kid, there was only one bed in the house, and we'd stay in the bed for another hour or so while the rooms heated.

Thank you for the memory prompt!

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Your comment led to another memory jog: On bitter cold nights, we heated bricks in that oven and wrapped them in newspaper to warm our feet under the covers...

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❤❤❤❤

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A lot packed into that one paragraph. Your words deal with deep emotions, but simply on a practical level, I know how much work it is to heat with a wood stove as my aunt once did.

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True on both levels, Vicki.

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I wasn't read for that gut punch at the end! And not to ruin the mood or anything, but thanks to your subtitle "we didn't start the fire" is going to be stuck in my head all day! 😂

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Billy Joel does have that effect...

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