My grandmother had the cutest pot belly stove.
My grandmother’s house was in terrible shape. She was on a fixed income,a nd she couldn’t afford to make the necessary improvements. She moved in with my parents, and her house was torn down. She was very upset about it, as that was the house that belonged to her parents. It was the house she was born in and grew up in. It was also the house in which she raised my mother and her siblings. My grandmother had the cutest pot belly stove. I remember it from staying at her house as a child and visiting her as an adult. I asked her what she intended to do with the stove,a nd she told me I could have it if I wanted it. I took it, and my husband and I installed it in our home. My grandmother loves to come and visit. When she sees the stove, it reminds her of her home.