My job was to chop it for our kitchen stove because we cooked using wood. My dad and our neighbors cut down the trees and into furnace-sized chunks, and then I chopped them. A piece of ironwood served as a base; put the chunk on, swing and split; rotate a half, swing and split; place the second half, swing and split. I would swing an axe for hours. Then stack it all. Grew to absolutely love it. I was never angry because swinging that axe over and over again worked out the anger pretty quickly. Sometimes I wish I still had a wood pile for when my kids got angry or if I do...