Yes, all, the stove was the center of our home well into the 1950s. My grandmother made many foods from scratch, and the aromas permeated the house. I especially think fondly of being allowed to maintain the fire once I stopped playing with it and getting burned: I liked seeing the beads of water I dropped on top dance around until I decided that if a little was fun, why not try more? Arrrg! Steam burned me and taught me a lesson.
It also seems like winters were more "winter-like" so the warmth around it was so enjoyable. My mom's home was often filled with the thirteen siblings that were raised there. In order to make space, the kitchen was moved into the basement. My grandfather had a cot under the stairs. There were basement windows that allowed me to see the snow outside. After a day out in that snow, sleighing, hanging wet gloves and socks near the stove to dry was the thing to do.
I split kindling and placed wood and sometimes anthracite coal in the stove. Taking a nap in that warm kitchen on my grandfather's cot was so comfortable and relaxing. The slight smell of wood burning in the air added to the charm.
When the weather was too stormy or freezing, friends and cousins would hang out and play board or card games. Hot chocolate, hot tea, and popcorn were the omnipresent treats.
The last significant influence was the radio. I was lured into the mystique of the way it sounded, and I had a crystal radio under my pillow. In later years, I started my trek into radio technology with Amature Radio (Ham Radio), which led me to a career in science and technology. It was New Jersey, and points of interest were many concerning technological invention: from Thomas Edison, Marconi, Sarnoff, and RCA to Bell Labs, where solid-state devices were pioneered. Aha, but in summer? It was fishing, blueberry picking, crabbing, baseball, or Fossil hunting in the dormant clay pits.