My grandmother's Northridge Ca home had two brick fireplaces. One was unique in having a reproduction spit for cooking. Sadly, the earthquake toppled both chimneys and the house was redtagged. My two burner Coleman became the dedicated coffee station with my 2 huge blue speckle enameled coffee pots. There was a small one room 'cottage' among the fruit trees with a half forgotten wood burning stove. I watched nieghbors I grew up around gather seasoned fruitwood, home canned foods and strike anywhere matches. If you have any relatives who went through the Depression pay attention!