Last week, Marash Girl could not keep the temperature in her house above 55 degrees fahrenheit, despite the fact that the thermostat had been set at 66 degrees for over 24 hours. The temperature outside, Marash Girl must add, was 6 degrees below 0 (Fahrenheit), the wind was blowing . . . even through our thermopile windows.
Marash Girl was reminded of days of old, when her father Peter, during those very cold New England winters, would answer the phone in the middle of the night . . . We all knew what that meant! He threw on his old clothes, and headed out the door. The temperature was often 20 degrees below zero, and Peter had gotten a call: "No heat! And I have a little baby!" He never hesitated. Out he went into the frigid night.
Marash Girl always prided herself on the fact that her father was more important than any doctor because, after all, keeping folks warm in the middle of winter was better than an apple a day! It kept the doctor away!