A Useful Purpose
Before recycling became fashionable in Lewiston, my family always made do.
By Marguerite Roy
When my parents moved to a house that had been vacant for seven years on Webber Avenue in Lewiston in 1934, they knew that it needed many repairs. They did not anticipate, however, that the boiler that had provided heat for the previous owners would be useless. Water leaking at the joints dripped onto the flames and put out the fire. With five children, my mother pregnant, winter approaching, and no money to buy a furnace, my father rigged his own heating system. He cut holes in two empty oil drums, set them one on top the other, and joined them with a flue.
