I grew up with a coal burning stove. damn those bags of coal were heavy. we would get hundred pound bags and I remmeber one Christmas eve dad wanted a bag brought up to keep us warm for Christmas. the temperature was supposed to hit 50 plus that day but he was insistent on having a fire. My brother had come home for a surprise and he offered to help carry the bag up, well, he had a little too much at his Christmas party and the ice on the stairs. bag of coal ripped open and he was covered in coal and said, I guess Santa's already came to our house...