cookstoves I have known
Esther Shuttleworth lists and talks about the cookstoves she has used over the years.
by ESTHER SHUTTLEWORTH
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During the depression I cooked and canned on a "stove" made
of bricks stacked five high with a piece of tin or metal
laid across the top for a grill. I kept the fire going
underneath with twigs, any bits of lumber I could find,
corncobs and wood split from trees we cut with a cross cut
saw.
Our first iron cookstove, believe it or not, had a door on
both the front and back of the oven . . . and a tiny little
hole under the grates from which we had to dip the ashes
with a large spoon. It was strictly a wood burning range .
. . but you will never taste ambrosia until you have eaten
potatoes pan-fried in an iron skillet on an old cookstove
(especially if those potatoes are waiting for you after
you've been cleaning the barn, cutting wood or hunting
cottontails all day in below freezing
weather-—JS).
The second cookstove we owned was more modern. It had four
lids (burners to the present generation), an oblong cooking
space, big oven and a reservoir which—kept
filled—always yielded scalding hot water for many and
various uses. Above all, it had an ash pan with which you
could clean the firebox with a minimum of mess and effort.
The warming oven at the top was another extremely handy
feature and, to make the range perfect, it would also burn
coal and hold a fire overnight.
The stove required no thermostat for either its top or
oven. You simply moved your pans from the reservoir toward
the front of the range to get any desired heat and you soon
learned to judge baking temperatures by touching a wet
finger to the oven door.
Our next cookstove was a wonderous enameled job with a
water coil in the firebox. We connected this through a wall
into a tank in the bathroom and the stove then supplied us
with cooking and baking facilities, heat and hot water for
bathing! Alas, we moved during WW II and had to leave our
treasure in the old house. Through some government agency
we got a paper that allowed us to buy another cookstove but
this one was not exactly new and a little enamel was
missing here and there. It was still a good range to heat
and cook by.