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I have the opportunity to bring home my grandparents monarch woodburning cookstove. They bought it in 1923 when they got married and it has been a part of the family ever since.
Sooo many memories, the noise the lid on the firebox makes when you pick the lid off with the removeable handle, sitting on the oven door warming up after coming in from a cold day of deer or grouse hunting or woodcutting. It heated their house and cooked most of their meals until the early 1990s
The firebox had a piece of tin between the box and oven that has a bit of a leak, its an easy fix. My grandmas pies, baked apples, chocolate chip cookies (and everything else) always had a tinge to smoke flavor to them. It is one of those unforgettable things. It was usually popple flavored wood.
The stove is a little wore but its needing a new home and lease on life.
I would love to be able to heat the house and cook without electricity.
Im going to do this hopefully this summer...I need a new chimney.
To me this is my ultimate piece of cast iron...

Brings back such memories. In the 1950s; electricity hadn't made it to Mom's house and we had both the cookstove and the woodstove for heating. I think it was finally 1955 when power made it to our home.

Ageless wrote:Brings back such memories. In the 1950s; electricity hadn't made it to Mom's house and we had both the cookstove and the woodstove for heating. I think it was finally 1955 when power made it to our home.

it was the same for my grandparents, 1955.. in the later years they had an old fuel oil parlor stove and a small propane kitchen stove. Most of the time it was the woodstove tho.

Ahh I can smell the wood smoke now. My in-laws used one through the late 90's to cook and heat the house. After Papa Joe died the mother in-law sold it. One of my fondest memories of Joe was when my mother in-law went to work, Joe thought he would make a loaf of bread. He greased the pan and thought he would let the frozen dough thaw out in the warming oven. He went out to the garage to work and forgot about the bread. A couple of hours later he went to check on the fire and quickly realised he forgot about the bread. I can still hear Ardie telling the story on how when she got home the house was filled with the smell of burnt bread. It seems that the bread had risen and burnt to the top of the warming oven.

Somedays I wish I had one. I remember my Aunt Orlean cooking pancakes on one.....She was and still is the best cook in spite of the electric stove.

Where da pics.......

My ole Aunt Marjorie had one of those - she fired it up once and made us boys some pancakes - what size - the only size cast iron pan she had - Extra large! One was plenty for each one of us

Paul:
I have a very distant memory of my Mom cooking on a wood stove too. If my memory is correct, the food was awesome. I remember it had a water tank on the side for heating water while she cooked.
My Uncle who passed away recently worked for the RR for 45 years and he had a very small coal burning stove with a square top that had a ridge or lip on it, just like camp dutch ovens do. The lip was to prevent pots from sliding off while the train was moving. It was a caboose stove. I wanted that stove really bad but alas, it was sold in auction. Hang on to that stove of yours, it's got a great history.
Tom