We lived in the house on Prescott Street for a number of years and gradually got used to the rules of living in the house; for every house has its own rules. Certain things have to be done before others, the oven cooks slow or fast and the altitude at which the house sits makes a difference in the way that bread and cakes rise.
One rule at Prescott Street was that the kitchen stove had to be on for hours to make enough hot water to fill the bathtub. That was no problem in the winter when it took many hours to cook a roast and the heat from the stove helped to warm the house. It was a challenge in the summer when the heat from the kitchen stove was unwelcome.
There was one summer when we had plenty of hot water to go around. That was the summer that we held our wedding reception at our house at the end of August. We roasted all the turkey and beef ourselves and froze it store it until the big day. Yes, we had a fridge with a freezer in it. Preparation for the reception took a lot of planning but it was a boon to be able to have hot water practically on demand! But having lived through that experience makes me wonder how my grandmothers and the women who came before them coped with living without modern conveniences.
This model stove looks similar to the kitchen stove on Prescott Street