Comments on: Firewood.

By: Graeme Cameron BMCo.

Graeme Cameron BMCo. — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:13:29 +0000

Splitting wood when it”s super cold – Finding that dry crack. Watching the too large quarter rounds explode under the slightest wrist flick… a solid mauling. Great memories of bonding with my old man. Courage, Fortitude, Compassion and Grace…all rolled into one. http://www.bestmadeco.com

By: Matt

Matt — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 00:32:20 +0000

Every few days after school (and track and basketball practice) I had to come home and split wood for our wood-burning stove. A big axe-awl thing I would swing for 20 minutes or so, load the wheelbarrow, and take the wood from the barn to the house and stack it. Not fun then, but looking back now…it still isn’t fun!!! But unique among any of my friends.

By: Andrew

Andrew — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 20:33:26 +0000

Growing up in Maine, my family relied on wood as the proprietary method for heating the house. I remember the delivery guy would dump four cords every spring directly in our driveway, essentially trapping us in the house until it was all stacked neatly in the garage. I hated doing it then, but now miss the opportunity it gave me to spend time with my family, in silent, driven meditation.

By: charlie

charlie — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 04:29:31 +0000

go see “antichrist”

it will give you a new perspective on firewood.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:49:34 +0000

I love all of these photos. My father’s wood pile is always ridiculously impressive..

i took some crappy iphone shots last time i was there.

By: Chris

Chris — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:14:21 +0000

I’m a new reader to A Continuous Lean and really enjoyed this piece. I grew up in SE Ohio and now live in NE Ohio. I can remember many fall/winter weekends spent in the woods loading our truck with wood to be split once we got home. My dad liked to use a maul and a wedge to split the big stuff and I recall standing back waiting to see which way the pieces were going to fly when he hit that wedge so I could dart out of the way and protect my shins.

It only takes one time of stacking the wood wrong and having a whole pile fall over to learn how to do it right. (After getting chewed out by your dad.)

Someone above said three times, but my dad always said “He who cuts his own wood gets warm twice.”

By: BP

BP — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:34:50 +0000

IOWA!
I hated putting on the boots and whatnot and missing college football every gd Saturday, but my bitterness would eventually shed and now I can’t imagine not having that time with my Dad and brother.

Too bad the Shaker Heights folk didn’t demand more “all-nighters”, less counting.

By: Logcabineer

Logcabineer — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 19:38:11 +0000

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By: doane

doane — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:42:15 +0000

I remember a dead hedge apple tree in our backyard growing up and my dad taking a chainsaw to it. It seemed like the wood from that tree produced more heat than any other wood brought into the house.

By: Gille

Gille — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:09:15 +0000

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