Over the past cold, but gloriously sunny weekend, the Man and I spent most of our time working in the garden; shifting dirt (I had a huge pile delivered during the week), burning off, and planting a few winter veg in the new garden bed filled up with said dirt….*
Our efforts also included hauling a weeks worth of firewood from the backyard (where it lived safely away from the house in summer) to the front verandah (where I can get to it more easily on a cold, cold night).
If only I had one of these camels to pull the heavy wheelbarrow for me!
When I saw this picture from 1926 my first reaction of “Cool picture” rapidly became “Hang on a minute….”
Carting firewood. Marble Bar? In January?? Blimey!
For you non-Aussies, Marble Bar is a place in North-Western Western Australia well-known for its extremely hot weather. Not a place you would think of normally having a high demand for firewood.
Between October 1923 and April 1924 Marble Bar broke records with its heat wave; 160 consecutive days over 100F (37.8c).
When it gets hot down here in the much colder south there is lots of cooking over the barbie out in the garden where we can slam a few chops or snags on the hotplate, running back to the cool interior to eat them with a cold salad.
I can only imagine the poor people this load of firewood is being sent to in the heat of a Marble Bar summer. Picture the poor buggers who have to use it to heat up water, cook on in a sweltering kitchen, and all those other things electricity and gas allows us to take for granted today.
Lucky for them I’m not there in the 1920’s though. The suffering engendered by my whining about the heat would have been far worse than the actual heat itself I’m sure….
*And then re-planting most of them the next morning when Jack had finished stomping all over their bed. Grrrrr……