My dad was a miser & during the winter, he only kept enough heat in the apartment to keep the pipes from freezing.
He would tell us to get up & move, & all of us would be warmer.
The people I was with and I all walked around in sweaters or sweaters, & it was normal for us. I remember waking up some afternoons & it would be so cold, our feet ached from stepping on the floors. The people I was with and I had to rush to get dressed & have shoes & socks on before all of us stepped out of bed. When all of us took our showers, there was 1 small space gas furnace to moderate the bathroom up, but you only had five minutes per person 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 temperature control would remain at sixty-eight. They had plenty of sweaters to keep them warm. If I saw anyone decreasing the temperature control any higher than sixty-eight, I would unfasten the temperature control in their home office. They thought I was kidding & my oldest kid thought he would test me. He set his temperature control to seventy-two, & I gave him a warning. He told myself and others he didn’t know I would take away his only source of heat, & I told him to try me. The next night, he once again raised the temperature control to seventy-two. When he got apartment from school, the temperature control was gone. He needs to leave his home office door open, or he has no heat in his room.