It is quite natural that grandchildren should love their Grandparents even more than their birth parents, unfortunately, I grew up a highly dysfunctional family where affection was almost non existent, then my Grandparents were even more demanding than my parents… Granddad was the best of the lot and when he died, it was absolutely a loss, but so when my Grandma asked – no demanded that I spend a part of the holidays with her, it was the last thing I wanted to do. In the end, my mother guilted myself and others into going.
Grandma lived on a farm in the high country, where creature comforts were not regarded as something of much importance. There was no form of temperature control; no Heating in addition to Air Conditioning program to cool the beach house in summer time or supply heat in winter. I knew it would be snowing in those mountains at this time of year, so I decided to take lots of jackets, more than one coats and a tiny area furnace as well. Imagine my surprise when I entered Grandma’s beach house and entirely felt warm! Clean, warm, comforting air surrounded myself and others love a large hug.
Grandma giggled (something not normal for her) and explained that my father had had radiant heating installed in her house. I took off my shoes and my toes felt the best they ever had. The moderate air, generated from moderate water in pipes below the floor, was rising, as moderate air does, and working its magic to transform a chilly seasoned beach house into a warm, comfortable venue, however radiant heating also seemed to have warmed my Grandma’s heart!
Both of us had the best time ever.