This "true" story involved three of my four older brothers, and took place years before Jerry and I were born. Back in those days, people used a lot of stove wood and fire wood. Now, in case you were not aware, there is a difference in the two. They may be the same length, circumference, and come from the same tree, but one was used for heating and cooking food while the other was used for heating us.
Anyway, my dad had instructed Al, the oldest, and Don, next in age, to go up in the woods and cut some stove wood. My dad didn't like to miss meals due to not having stove wood, and I guess that's where I inherited my desire to eat as well.