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The Countdown to Spring!

Wednesday, February 29th, 2012

The good folks at Trane have released a “Maintenance Checklist” for home owners wanting to get their systems ready for the upcoming cooling season. It’s a great resource for you to use, and as always we’re here ready to serve you!

Check it Out!

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012

Have you checked out our website If not, go on and look!! It has lots of great information for you to review as well as a savings calculator that will show you how much you could be saving with a WaterFurnace geothermal system! Go on and check it out!

When Was Your Last Tune Up?

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012


Question: When was the last time your comfort system had a precision tune up performed on it? One year? Two? Three? Can’t remember? Well,  I wanted to let you know of a great deal that we’re offering now through the end of February. We are offering our precision tune ups that are normally priced at $135.00 for just $99.00! If you haven’t had your system tuned up, now is the perfect time to do so! Call us  at 828-264-6625 to schedule your precision tune up!

A Little Something to Brighten Your Day

Monday, January 23rd, 2012

So, this has no relevance to well, anything but I thought it was funny. Hope you laugh like I did. And if you don’t laugh, go easy on me I have an interesting sense of humor :-) Happy Monday!

A Family Favorite

Thursday, December 15th, 2011

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post I am going to share a Christmas story that has become special to my family. In 2003 our family started gathering on Christmas Eve to celebrate with each other. We decided that it would also be a great time to have a Christmas Eve service that we led for ourselves. Normally these services include singing, reading of the Christmas story in Luke, and me, Molly, crying (Every. Single. Year.) :-) In 2005 we added two babies to the mix and over the past six years there have been five more added to our ever expanding family. So, the service looks a little different than in the past (although Molly still cries), it has become a bit more interactive with more upbeat, simpler songs complete with hand motions. Once the children were old enough my sister-in-law, Daphne, asked PawPaw Ernie (who is no longer with us) to read a story to the kids. Now that PawPaw is not here anymore, our Mamaw, Mary Lee, has taken over that job, and last year she chose the story to read. The children and adults were captivated by this story, and it has stuck with me since then.

In a world where all to often it seems that people (myself included) are concerned with what they’re getting. This story helps to remind us (and me) that it’s not at all about what we get or what we’re entitled to. No, it’s all about how we can look beyond ourselves to bless and serve others…enjoy.

The Christmas Rifle

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or for those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors.

It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted so badly that year for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

So after supper was over, I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace, waiting for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible; instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, but, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this.

But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up, put my boots back on, and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short or quick or little job, I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him.

The cold was already biting at me, and I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood – the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain and all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something.

“Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?”

“You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah,” I said, “Why?” “I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said.

He then turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading and went to the smokehouse where he took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait.

When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked. “Shoes. They’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.

“We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house, unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, and took the meat and flour and shoes around to the front door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?” Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all.

Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. “We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children – sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks.

She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out. “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes, too. In my mind, I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.

My heart swelled within me and a joy that I’d never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy, and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time.

She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.” In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth.

I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go.

I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door, Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you”. Out on the sled, I felt warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold.

When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday, a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunnysacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent your rifle money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.” I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it.

Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night; he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

Stay Tuned

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

Hi, friends! Molly here, just checking in to say hello! I’m busy working on a new video that will be posted next week, so things may be a bit quiet around here…I’ll try and post something on Thursday. I just wanted to let you know why things might be quiet. Hope y’all are having a good week!


Thursday, September 29th, 2011

It is finally time to announce the recipient of the Trane Heating System. I know I had mentioned we would announce it last Friday, but due to some scheduling arrangements we were not at liberty to announce until today! However, I’m excited to let you know that the family has been chosen! It’s hard to put into words just how much we appreciate everyone who took the time to submit a letter for a family. We carefully considered each and every letter that came across our desk, and we realized that the need out there is great. Through a series of very difficult decisions we narrowed it down to one family. We sincerely wish we could help each and every applicant that we considered. We are excited to announce that the Martin Family of Watauga County will be recieving a Trane Heat Pump System absolutely free! Congratulations, Martins from the whole Mountaineer Heating and Cooling Family!

Fall Tune Ups!

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

I really can’t believe I’m writing this, but we’re getting ready to start our fall tune ups. I know, I know none of you probably want to think about cooler weather, but think about it we must. So, I’ll just consider it my duty to tell you that it’s time for fall tune ups to begin. We’re getting ready to start tuning up gas furnaces and heat pumps for the cooler seasons, the last week of August all the way through December. Now is the time to call and schedule yours to make sure you have a spot saved! Call us today at 828-264-6625 to schedule your tune up today!

Can I Display Pictures on my Thermostat???

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

Yes! Yes, you can! With the brand new Trane XL 950 thermostat not only does it control the temperature in your home, it can be used as a digital picture frame too! This newest offering from Trane is so cool and easy to use! But don’t just take my word for it. Here’s a video from Trane to help explain all the benefits and features on this revolutionary piece of technology.

Click THIS link to see the video!

Don’t Forget

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

Just a friendly reminder to tune into Boone’s local radio station 1450 WATA tomorrow morning to hear Dustin and Molly talk with John Roten (of Roten in the Morning) about the Summer of Care 2011!