tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28839080.post4876350301940682266..comments2023-12-19T11:22:48.254+01:00Comments on Living in Shkoder, Albania: Wood burning stove.Kolinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16540364067211084104noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28839080.post-67695923901241570292009-03-04T01:25:00.000+01:002009-03-04T01:25:00.000+01:00Hello, for a geo project i am researching shkoder....Hello, for a geo project i am researching shkoder. I am wanting to know what kind of holidays you celebrate? Thanks youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28839080.post-56324879220834474372007-12-17T16:56:00.000+01:002007-12-17T16:56:00.000+01:00Kolin: you brought back memories of my youth in no...Kolin: <BR/><BR/>you brought back memories of my youth in northern Italy during WWII - the wood burning stove was the only provider of heat and hot water for the whole family that lived mainly in the huge kitchen. In the evening, the still burning ashes were used to heat the beds (thru a funny looking gadget too long to describe here) in the icy cold bedrooms - slept beautifully for 12 years that way! <BR/><BR/>Thanks for your blog's entries and pictures - am enjoying them a lot, since I've a particular soft spot for Shkodra, where I also have very good friends. Look forward to visit it again next year. Meantime, best wishes for the holidays to you and family. <BR/><BR/>GEZUAR!© DAI - 2004-2014https://www.blogger.com/profile/18020599743664296346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28839080.post-16923755510306030812007-12-15T21:32:00.000+01:002007-12-15T21:32:00.000+01:00Hahaha...I just read the comment from "anonymous,"...Hahaha...I just read the comment from "anonymous," and it's funny that he/she mentioned the toasted bread with cheese and olives. Some things are too magical to be forgotten.Eralda LThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10847814349409508167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28839080.post-89394965222582374732007-12-15T21:30:00.000+01:002007-12-15T21:30:00.000+01:00Carrying wood to our 3rd floor apartment was alway...Carrying wood to our 3rd floor apartment was always a late summer ritual for my family. For some reason it was never too much of a problem. I think all of the kids of the apartment building (who were my friends) helped carrying the wood into the apartments, and that made it easier to get the job done for everybody. <BR/><BR/>You're right, I still can smell the burning wood and taste the yummy bread toasted on the stove and eaten with olives and "djathe te bardhe" (feta here in the states). Good times! Thanks for reviving such warm memories :)Eralda LThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10847814349409508167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28839080.post-84920227137460066602007-12-15T17:07:00.000+01:002007-12-15T17:07:00.000+01:00Ah yes, I remember the ritual of carrying woods up...Ah yes, I remember the ritual of carrying woods up to our apartment as a child. It wasn't fun, but at least we lived on the second floor. You're right about people living on the 5th floor, everything was more difficult for them. 2nd and 3rd floor apartments were always more desirable. You also had to clean the stove every year, along with the exhaust tubes. That wasn't fun either. There were stoves using vaj guri as well (the wood ran out at some point I guess). I remember the queues/lines that had to be formed to get it as it was rationed. They would stretch for several blocks (one for men and one for women). A pleasant ritual on the other hand was toasting bread on the stove and eating with cheese and olives. Very cheap meal, but I still crave it now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com