George swept aside the charcoal ash by the fire door. The wood stove served many purposes as it warmed the small one room cabin and heated water and food. There was always an old dented kettle full of hot water atop the burner, ready to make tea. The string hanging above served as a clothesline and a cast iron skillet had been seasoned well, in good times, with rabbit stew.
Presently a pot of “stone soup” was boiling, made from scraps he could find left from the harvested fields of the landowner. These were hard times for George’s family.