Up until a few years ago when we moved my mother into her present house, she had a hairdryer much like the one pictured above. For some crazy reason, we sold it in a garage sale. She had had that dryer as long as I can remember, and it still worked like a charm. So many times my mother would curl my hair up in clippies and then set me under that dryer. I can remember vividly her pulling the top down even with my eyebrows and turning it on. I would look up into the inside of the dryer and let the air blow on my face. It blew warm. It was like being in a space capsule. Mom would come by and push my pin-curls up into the dryer admonishing me to do the same in order to get the ends of my hair dry. When I was in high school, I would dippity-do my bangs and then tape them straight across my forehead and then get under the dryer. It was the only way to get my bangs to dry straight when straight hair was the rage and my hair was curly. Sometimes Mom would put her pantyhose up in the dryer (it kind of sucked them up to the top) to dry them. Best of all, under that dryer was a great place to sit on a cold morning. Sometime we kids would curl up in a chair under that dryer even when our hair was not wet. This morning I was drying my hair with a blow dryer. I don't really like drying my hair, because I have lots of hair and it is still curly. It takes forever.The blow dryer makes my hair frizz and poof up. And although the blow-dryer is warm, which is good on these cold mornings, it is not nearly as great as Mom's hair dryer. Why didn't we keep that thang?
Another warm place: The Green Mountain Lodge in Red River had a huge lobby area with stairs going to the second floor where the guest rooms were. As kids, my brothers and I would sit on the stairs where the staircase met the lobby ceiling. It was warm from the air rising to the ceiling. We would start down the stairs in the morning, but just stop and sit for a while in the warmth.