A local farmwoman, who prefers to remain anonymous, recalls the time she attempted to bake in the wood burning stove. She was about 8 years old, alone in the house, “and I decided to make cupcakes.” Without a thought of stove temperature, she plopped the pans in the oven. The cupcakes began to rise, but stopped as the stove cooled, and the batter began to ooze.

“The batter was running everywhere,” she said, laughing. She didn’t want her parents to know what happened, because of the sugar ration during WWII, so she quickly cleaned the oven, and then took a shovel, dug a hole and buried the rema...