I took the dog out about 9:30 this evening and caught a whiff of coal smoke. I never smell it during the day, so I don't know if the user just banks his evening fire with coal, or if he's trying to keep from being noticed, lest some jerk belly-ache about the smell. Regardless, he won't get any complaints from me. I've mentioned before on this blog that both sets of my grandparents had a coal grate, rather than a fireplace. Still, they burned wood with the coal.
My paternal grandparents, just over the hill, had a shed right by the back door, part of which served as a coal shed. My maternal grandparents, a mile up the road, just had a pile of coal in the backyard covered by sheets of tin, a tarp, or whatever else was handy. Needless to say, whenever I smell coal burning, I think of visiting them. Of course a LOT of folks burned coal back then, but the rest weren't my grandparents! © 2015