My guess is that theAnd then the very next comment, which also mentions the ‘50s:
failure to recognize coal was more about place than era. Coal was very much in use in the 50s in …my
grandparents’ furnace used coal, as did our next door neighbors’ furnace. The neighbor used to save the coal scatter
tags (see Ebay “coal scatter tags”) for me to use as play money. Just like “Christmas Story”, the roaring
blazes in those furnaces scared me to death. Dannette Peoria
By coincidence I was researching anthracite coal not too long ago. I was born in the 1950s. I have no experience with coal trucks. Surely they were long gone by then? That was a very evocative post though. I am very conscious of morning sounds too. Stacy
Wouldn’t Stacy (whom I don’t know) have liked to read my daughter-in-law Dannie’s comments? Wouldn’t you have liked to read them both?
Meanwhile, I got to remembering one more morning sound from the 1930s – the way the whole house rumbled when my father was down in the basement “shaking out the clinkers”. And I suddenly recalled a niche built into the furnace wall, just to the left of the door, on which my mother placed her bean pot, to bake overnight while the fire was “banked down.”
And for more Depression bits-- at the worst of it, when I assume the coal supply was ending before the winter did, I remember my mother heating the house by throwing cardboard boxes into the furnace just before we were due home from school.