The Register

 The Register

In our house in Bangor, in the living room, there was a register where the heat came up from the furnace. It was about 2 feet by 3 feet large. That's it in the floor behind me and Ricky in these photos.

There was a time when one of us tripped and fell onto the register and got 2nd degree burns over a large portion of our body. The funny thing is, I remember it being Ricky who fell -- but he remembers it being ME. That's so strange, that we each remember it being the other one. I'm just gonna say that he is probably right, because my memory is not always trustworthy. 

I'm pretty sure a big register in the middle of the living room like that would probably be illegal now, as a health hazard -- especially for children and the elderly. Maybe not. I've been living in the South for so many years that we don't have to worry much about heating our houses. My Michigan peeps will have to tell me if houses up North still have them or not. I do remember that my younger brother John when he was a toddler fell forward on a smaller register at someone else's house and burned the palms of his hands before we could grab him up off of it.

Another memory I have of our heat register is one time my mother was standing on it -- just trying to keep warm, I guess. She was wearing high heels and the heel of one of her shoes melted!

In this picture the register is in the bottom right corner of the photo. You can see the grid pattern.

In the picture below, the register is on the lower left.

This picture was taken on my 2nd birthday. I guess the tricycle was one of my birthday presents.