Wood Burning Furnace

This is the much anticipated picture of my father's latest Man Toy, the wood burning furnace. Notice the similarities between it and a nightmare portajohn, known locally as a Trudy's Toilet. For this and plenty other reasons, my mother got all swelled up made him place this monstrosity far away from the house, although it's still in a rather prominent place in the yard right by the barn. It's even visible from the creek, so anyone out in the boat can get a good laugh look-see.

That smokestack is quiet in this picture because it was a warm day (the only one we've had here lately). Usually, there is smoke billowing out just like the Great Chicago Fire the West Point paper mill.

Can you tell I'm still obsessed enchanted with the strike through feature? I promise I'll stop, but not until pigs fly right away.

In case you've not read my mother's stories about Chesapeake Bay Father's wood burning furnace acquisition, please consider yourself lucky click on the links below.

Wood Burning Furnace Chapter One

WBF Chapter Two

WBF Chapter Three

When all was said and done my mother finally admitted that my father was right she and the furnace could co-exist peacefully.

OK, I know the strike through is irritating, even more irritating than my normal hot air, just indulge me today and I'll put myself on probation tomorrow. I'm not sure if it will work though I seem to have a problem.