Let This Sink In

By Steven V. Philips - As a wee tyke, in the summers I’d get to stay at Grandpa Philips’ farm in northern Connecticut. They lived in a late 1800s farmhouse. It had an outhouse, but the kitchen was inside. Equipped with a cast-iron wood (really) burning stove. Ceiling grates allowed heat into the bedroom overhead, which allowed hearing what the adults might ambush me with tomorrow. I was a true frontier child. In...