[Evans, Marv]

As an eight to ten year old kid, my "room" was a converted porch with no insulation and plastic sheet over the uisually open part of the porch. We lived in a small town in the mountains, & it got pretty cold on winter nights. In addition to the blankets that were so heavy I couild hardly move, my mother would heat up the iron cook plates on the stove, wrap them in news paper, & put them in my bed for warmth.