written by Mom -- When we were growing up, we heated a brickin the oven, wrapped it in newspaper, and took it to bed tokeep our feet warm. It felt so good to have a heated brick warming our feet. And it would stay warm all night long.Personally, I preferred cuddling my stuffed bear, Bumbles. He was probably a tad bit softer than a brick.
Mom, Elma with Ellen in front, Buffy, Gladys, Elsie and little Clifford in front,
maybe Kenny on the right. This is the Beaver Falls house in the country.
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