My first personal memory of cold was when I was five. My dad got a brick heated it on the wood stove and wrapped it in a towel, then put it next to my feet. I can still remember the radiating warmth from my feet up my legs.
I remember in the 1990's a fad came through to make rice heating pads. I made several for the family. The Hero would laugh and say, 'Hey, I like this, keeps your cold feet off." Funny man.
When the unexpected cold came through two days ago, I went to look for a heating pad for my shoulder. Would you believe, anything that had to do with heating was sold out with in a 25 miles radius of the farm. Back to my own resources, I cast around in my mind and remember the rice heating pads. I pulled out a scrap of piggy fleece I had bought in memory of my favorite aunt who collected pigs, and made myself a rice bag and one for each of the toddlers. The 3 year old did not appreciate it, but the grandson said "yeah! my legs are cold and took hers too.