My dad was a miser and while in the winter, she only kept enough heat in the beach house to keep the pipes from chilly.
She would tell us to get up and move, and the people I was with and I would be warmer. The two of us all walked around in jackets or sweaters, and it was normal for us. I remember waking up some days and it would be so cold, our feet ached from stepping on the floors. The two of us had to rush to get dressed and have shoes and socks on before the people I was with and I stepped out of bed. When the people I was with and I took our showers, there was 1 small space oil furnace to hot the lavatory up, but you only had several minutes per lady to shower. I remember thinking I would never miser the heat to save a couple of bucks. I wanted my family to constantly be comfortable, but at the price of heating today, I had to limit it. I told the kids the thermostat would remain at sixty-eight. They had plenty of jackets to keep them warm. If I saw anyone decreasing the thermostat any higher than sixty-eight, I would unaffix the thermostat in their living room. They thought I was kidding and my oldest child thought she would test me. She set her thermostat to seventy-two, and I gave him a warning. She told me she didn’t think I would take away her only source of heat, and I told him to try me. The next night, she once again raised the thermostat to seventy-two. When she got beach house from school, the thermostat was gone. She needs to leave her living room door open, or she has no heat in her room.