Ron was fond of tales of a working class youth in Dickson City, and one that stuck with me involved cold winter nights under a thick down blanket or conforter. The blanket had a Polish name, and it escapes me. I Googled ""polish down blanket." The names of the responses didn't ring a bell. I'll keep looking.
Ron painted quite a word picture. He was the master.
I keep my bedroom on the cool side, and I don't like sleeping under a ton of stuff, even though I did try a weighted blanket. It works for some people. It didn't work for me.
However, there is a certain romance to crawling under a stack of blankets and getting a lot of rest on a frigid night. The howling wind adds to the experience.
I wish you could hear Ron tell the story.
Stay warm and keep the memories alive.