A Warm Bed for Sleeping

When writing a daily blog, one need to constantly come up with content. So I will again use the recent power failure as fodder. With the power out, one breaks their routine and this brings things to mind that are stored deep within our memories.

Our fireplace doesn’t heat our house very well at all. Especially with the bedroom sixty feet North and up a flight of stairs away from the fire place. When we called it a day and went to bed we felt how cold a bed could be when there is no heat. Though it didn’t take long to heat up with body heat, it was indeed cold upon entry.

This reminded me of my mother telling me when I was a child getting into bed on a cold night about what her father did for her. He would heat up a stone or a brick by the fire, and then he would wrap it in a felt cloth and place it under her covers at the foot of her bed. My mother, then a skinny little girl living in the working class Irish section of Patterson, NJ, said she felt like royalty getting into her warmed bed.

The photo above is of my mother when she was seven years old. My mother is now 85 years old. I am still carrying the story she told me of her life in the late 1920s and of a fathers love for his little girl. This story is with me every time I climb into a bed that is less than warm.