When the Orchid Room needed to be heated, we had a coal oil stove that worked kind of like a coal oil lamp or lantern. The Orchid Room was small and usually not used. That’s where mom hid the Christmas cookies. Boxes and boxes of all kinds of cookies, under the bed. Also our Christmas tree was in that room with may boxes of gifts from Elizabeth, Sis, Bud & Felix and maybe some from Mom.
On the day before Christmas about noon time Daddy would get into the Christmas mode. From that time until the day after Christmas he would not fuss at anyone or do anything to upset the Christmas spirit in our house It was his Christmas gift to us, to his family. This held true as long as I knew my dad. Life is tough, when someone says Merry Christmas or any such greeting it takes me back to our humble way of life on the farm.