Although I used wood to start the fires, they required lots of coal to heat up the upper portion so that heat would radiate throughout the room. On extremely cold days I recall some of the girls sitting up close to the heater studying while wearing their gloves, scarves and overcoats. They looked much like some of the early immigrants to Alaska in the 1800s.
Well, the principal, Mrs. Annie Durham, came to me one day and offered me a deal. She would pay me 10 cents per day to build fires in each classroom.
Since I was already building the fires anyway, I jumped at this deal and accepted it immediately. I was really proud to be the only kid in elementary school with a paying job.
I could envision buying a new truck or maybe even a pair of shoes that fit. All kinds of possibilities roamed through my young, business-minded head for that 50 cents each week.
However, when I told Daddy about this great contract with easy money, he said I could buy my own lunch from then on because it only cost 10 cents each day.
He never gave me any more lunch money. Dads certainly have a different way of looking at things than kids.