When I was a child, my mother had a woodstove that we used to keep the house warm during the winter. We lived in the Maritimes, so the winters were cold - not as cold as Montreal, but far more humid, the sticky kind of cold that sits in basements. My room was in the basement, away from the rest of my family (I had moved down there around the age of 10). The woodstove was downstairs too.
I was…