This time of year conjures up all kinds of memories of years gone by. I especially remember the warmth of my grandparents’ kitchen. That room, though nothing spectacular, had as its centerpiece an old potbellied, cast iron stove. The smell of oak burning, the sound of a tea pot sizzling, the boots leaving puddles beside it are all reminders of home, security and comfort.

This year I’m spending the holiday with my firstborn daughter and family in S Carolina feeling welcome and loved.  We sit baby a lovely fireplace in their gorgeous home and are thankful for blessings beyond compare.  Here’s my tribute to the old iron beast we sat around at Grandma’s farm.  Here’s my tribute to that old iron beast.

The old iron fortress stood ready and tall within the empty room.

Wood stacked at one side – boots and mittens there dried,

But no one would share in the warmth that it’s belly consumed.

The snow outside glistened, no footprints did lead to the door,

The smoke lifted high to the stars in the sky,

The only one home was an old, tired soul who lay curled up asleep on the floor.

He had worked all day long, chopping wood for the old iron beast.

So he took to the floor, like he had once before,

And fell fast asleep while waiting alone for a fabulous feast.

His dreams soon were shattered by voices that chattered outside,

He rose to his feet. At the door he did meet,

All the friends from his past who long since had gone on and died.

In an instant he knew that heaven had called him to his eternal rest,
This new life that it gave him, would no more enslave him,
The warmth of his Savior was more than the best of the best.

Kathy Boecher©






As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to THE OLD IRON BEAST

  1. Sweet memories. My favorite childhood Thanksgiving memories are of going to my great-grandmother’s farmhouse for dinner. She was so sweet, and the best cook ever! Her nickname was Dolly, after Dolly Madison.

    My great grandmother Dolly was born in the 1800s. Wow, how time flies…

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