And maybe they really don't know the difference between a cord and a face cord, Harry.
Well, it's good to get it out in the open and sorted out.
The 'Cord' is an established term, defined and agreed upon as a standard measure for a defined amount of firewood. When ANYTHING is sold or traded there is some quantity, some unit of measure that the selling price can be based upon. For firewood, that standardized unit of measure is the 'cord' as it's not practical to sell it by weight or number of pieces. Other terms are referenced, based on the 'cord', regardless of what the name is, face cord, rick, gallon(
)pickup load; people want to know how much they're getting and what they're paying for. Who can blame em?
For (todays) average firewood buyer, a cord is really a lot of wood. 128 cu ft is a lot of space to dedicate if you are just an occasional maker of fire. Most homes are not heated with wood anymore, as central heat and home furnaces are primary, and the fireplace is more for ambiance. It wasn't always like this. Long ago firewood was the primary source of heat in the home, simply due to its availability and economy. If you heated your home exclusively with wood, a cord or two or ten is what you wanted. For today's occasional fireplace fire, a portion of a full cord is more practical, a rick or maybe two. If you need more, you order more. That's the way of today.
I do apologise if I'm overgeneralizing. It really does depend on the individual household. My grandpa, for instance, never had central heat. He had a pot-bellied stove, and it was rather small. He used 12" pieces because they would fit and he liked them split pretty small and he was insistent on white oak. PU Climber questioned who would be crazy enough to measure each piece of wood...? I only know of
one. My yearly late-Summer pilgrimages up to northern Michigan to help Gramps bring in wood and get it split and stacked are memories to be cherished, going back to my childhood when he put a Husqvarna Rancher 55 in my hands at the tender and inappropriate age of 9. But, he was a man of the woods his whole life and that's what he thought was right. During the last decade of his life I became an arborist, which pleased him beyond words. We had fun.