Nancy Classics by Ernie Bushmiller for August 19, 2022

Of course it’s cold indoors: Bushmiller’s Fritzi is “frigid” (at least since Nancy came to live with her)!!

so no gloves then?

Don’t blame Nancy for playing the piano with her hands in mufg

LOL! Dat Nancy always thinks of a solution but not always the right one…

I had one of doz when I was widdle!

Probably sounds only slightly better when she doesn’t use one.

Get tips from Strong Bad. He types with boxing gloves on.

This must be from the 1940s. I remember having a miff in the 40s. In those days, most houses had no such thing as central heating. If you were lucky – and lived in an area where there was someone selling coal for personal use, you ordered a truckload of coal in the late summer and a truck came with the load of coal and emptied the coal in a basement room especially reserved for the coal – the coal bin. It was about the size of a small bathroom and had a window. The truck backed up to the window and dumped the load of coal into the coal bin. Then, when it got cold outside, someone had to go down in the basement and shovel coal into the furnace, which was usually pretty close to the coal bin. In order to get warm – you had to be standing right over the grate where the warm air came out in the one of the main floor rooms. If you were lucky enough to have a two-story house, there usually were no grates going up to the second floor. Most people figured it wasn’t worthwhile to run grates up to the second story. When everyone got ready for bed, the family would open up the door leading upstairs and the theory was that heat from te kitchen and other rooms on the main floor would drift up into the bedrooms. We usually had bricks – a brick for everyone in the family – which we would sit on the back of the kitchen stove while we were making supper. Before we headed upstairs, each one would wrap one of the warm bricks in a towel and put the brick at the foot of the bed to keep our feet warm during the night.