We were just out taking a walk above the beach in town which is still closed off due to storm aftermath.
There was an estate sale in a classic red tiled hacienda and the only thing I wanted was this stove.
This fits into the category of what historically my husband has called "heavy dating." Our Sebastopol garden is home to many large rocks that were lugged home on unplanned "heavy dates." For example, one time coming home from my brother Lloyd's Northern California ranch we decided to take the back roads. On a beautiful stretch of lonesome road near French Creek west of the north south highway 101 corridor we rounded a corner and there, right in the lane, was a lovely large egg of granite. It was our civic duty to remove it and we had just enough room in the back of the car to nestle it in.
So it was with this stove...we stumbled upon it quite accidently and couldn't go home without it. Fortunately it is not that big that two people can't handle it. Up and in it went, to the back of our car.
Is it in perfect condition? No. Do I have a place to put it right now? Not really. But it spoke to me.
My brother Steve understood right away. It's an off the grid, when the power goes out, cabin in the woods, independence, camp out and bake hot bread relic.
I enjoyed reading about the history of the company that made this stove.
By 1846 Mr. Comstock opened a foundry and started making his own stoves. Other foundries also set up in the area making that bend in the Mississippi the veritable Tigris and Euphrates of American stoves. It is recorded that more stoves were made in Quincy, Illinois in the 1800s than anywhere else.
Reading about the snowed on, snowed in folks out east this last month, no power, no heat, I bet more than a few households would have been glad to have a little woodburning oven to cuddle around with a kettle on the top and bisquits in the oven.
Well, back to work... I can't become a winning contestant in the American Idle Contest.
As American pioneers moved westwards in the early 1800's west central Illinois was the new edge of the wilderness. The natural harbors on the Mississippi River were the first and fastest to grow in the region. As people moving west couldn't quite carry everything with them they would need once settled ( talk about heavy dating, honey load up the wagon) hardware stores and general mercantiles were the going businesses of the day. Allen Comstock moved to Quincy, Illinois and Timothy H. Castle moved to nearby Adams county in the mid 1830's and both of them started hardwares bringing in stoves by riverboat from New York and St. Louis to sell in their stores.
By 1846 Mr. Comstock opened a foundry and started making his own stoves. Other foundries also set up in the area making that bend in the Mississippi the veritable Tigris and Euphrates of American stoves. It is recorded that more stoves were made in Quincy, Illinois in the 1800s than anywhere else.
During the depression years of the 1930's it was no longer profitable to make these small domestic stoves and natural gas had became the preferred fuel. Wood and coal stoves were phased out of the company product lines. This one we found isn't any top of the liner, in fact it says "Economy" right on it, but as I said, it spoke to me and I want to listen to the stories it will tell. How old is this old girl? It had to have been made after the 1870's and no later than the 1930's. I suspect it is one of the "later" models. Maybe I'll contact the company and see if they'll tell me more specifics.In 1849 Allen Comstock left Illinois for the California gold rush leaving his brother Enoch in charge of the company. In the 1850s Timothy Castle bought into the stove foundry forming a partnership. During the American Civil War the company name changed to Comstock-Castle Stove Company and the Castle family took over the management of the business. The present management of the company is sixth generation of this Castle family. In the early 1900s Comstock-Castle's logo claimed to be the "World's Largest Sellers." ( from company website)
Reading about the snowed on, snowed in folks out east this last month, no power, no heat, I bet more than a few households would have been glad to have a little woodburning oven to cuddle around with a kettle on the top and bisquits in the oven.
Well, back to work... I can't become a winning contestant in the American Idle Contest.
9 comments:
If you try out for American Idle I will have to as well, and there is no question who will win! Don't do it, I will be ashamed...
I will definitely show this post to my husband in hopes he will appreciate how comparatively little I have asked of him over the years.
Oh, and I LOVE the stove and if I had seen it, it would have spoken to me, too, I'm sure.
It speaks alright; you just have to open the oven door..."cccrrreeeaaakkk!"
CUTE!!! I absolutely loved when the power would go out at Blank Road and you would cook for us in the iron skillet on the woodburning stove...
I love the phrase "heavy dates..." and enjoyed this post. Read it while traveling the coast and thinking--in that way travel inspires--of random encounters. We found a kayak paddle...a "light date"...
Thank goodness some bloggers can write. My thanks for this blog post.
I agree completely.
That was instructive piece!!
That was some communicative piece.
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