That’s what I wanted to do

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. My grandparents were even more demanding than my parents. Granddad was the best of the lot and when he died, it was really a loss. 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 me 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 climate control; no HVAC system to cool the house in summer or provide heat in winter. I knew it would be snowing in those mountains at this time of year, so I decided to take lots of sweaters, two coats and a tiny space heater as well. Imagine my surprise when I entered Grandma’s house and actually felt warm!  Clean, warm, comforting air surrounded me like a big 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 warm air, generated from hot water in pipes below the floor,  was rising, as warm air does, and working its magic to transform a cold old house into a warm, comfortable place. Radiant heating also seemed to have warmed my Grandmother’s heart!

           We had the best time ever.  

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