Monday, February 25, 2013

Snowed In

The blizzard has arrived in full force.  Again.  Snow is pouring out of the sky and piling up on top of a foot of snow left from the 18-inch snow of a few days ago.  It hasn't snowed like this here since 1962.  I was a sophomore in high school.  We had an honors math class that had to be scheduled at 7:30 am, before school, so participants had to provide their own transportation.  Karen Hartley's mom, Doug Eisenhower's mom and mine had a car pool.  It was my mom's turn to drive.  When we got up, it seemed so DARK, and we felt SO TIRED.  But of course we got dressed, had breakfast, and got into the car to pick up the others and head for school.  It never would have occurred to any of us not to go.  Cars then were huge gas-guzzling boats with tailfins, V-8 engines, power steering and brakes, and an engine you could kick into overdrive at 90 mph if you needed an extra boost of power.  But they didn't handle very well in snow.  On the other hand, we all knew how to drive, including how to handle skidding.  So we slipped and slid to Karen's house.  When we got there, the house was dark.  They came to the door in bathrobes, and that was when we found out we were an hour early.  Somehow Mom had misread the clock, and everyone else had followed.  So we went back home, Mom adroitly avoiding the ditches, and all had a cup of hot chocolate.  An hour later we got back into the car and started again.  The snow was deeper this time, and the drive was a little dicier, but we got to Doug's, then to Karen's, where this time, we found out that the school had just announced closure.  So we took everybody home again, built a fire in the fireplace, and enjoyed an unexpected holiday.

Photo by Tina Gooden 2013  Red Cedar
Being snowed in makes you nostalgic.  When we were snowed in in 1962, Mom told us about the snow when she was a child, in the 1920's.  They lived on a farm south of Kingman and went to the Harmony School, a one-room school about a half mile east of their farm on the northeast corner, near a creek and a wooded area.  If it was snowing so hard, or if the snow was so deep they couldn't walk, they were allowed to ride Old Colonel.  When they got there, they slapped him on the rump and sent him home.  Then after school their dad would ride to the school to pick them up.

When the creek froze, they would go out during recesses and ice skate on it.  One or two of the "rich kids" had real ice skates, but most of them just skated in their shoes, and had a wonderful time.  Another favorite snow game was "fox and goose."  You go out on untracked snow and make a big circle.  Then you make cross-paths, like spokes in a wheel, with a big "axle" in the middle.  One person is the fox, and the rest are the geese, so it is a game of tag, except that you have to stay on the path.  The girls all wore headscarves that tied under the chin, and the boys had hats with earflaps.  The school was heated by a wood-burning stove, so the older boys got to help the teacher bring in the firewood and keep the stove fueled.  Mom said she went to school with some of the Nunnemakers and some of the Flickners.
Photo by Tina Gooden 2013  Sun Break with Cattle

Their dad always took good care of his livestock.  They stayed healthy and strong all winter long, no matter how cold it was.  He rode or took the wagon out to check on them, no matter what the weather, to keep them fed and watered, and to bring in any young ones (and their mothers) who needed more protection.  He was scornful of anyone who had any of their cattle "down" in the winter.  Funny thing about people.  The man who was called by some, "the meanest man in five counties," was always good to the animals.  The dogs loved him, and even the mules did what he told them to do.  When he went out to hunt a cottontail for dinner, he would carry only one bullet for his shotgun.  He said that if you couldn't kill a rabbit with one clean shot, then,  "by God, the rabbit deserved to live."

Photo by Tina Gooden 2013  Afternoon Break in the Storm
For me, today, the best thing about being snowed in is that God has given me an unexpected gift of time.  I have slept, have caught up on psych reports, am starting the paper for my Christian Ethics class today, and all the while, have been catching up with my family and friends on facebook, chat, email, and telephone.  So wonderful to be able to talk with them.  I miss them all so much.  What a sad commentary on our lives today that we don't have time for our own family and friends...  I suspect that Satan is at work here, keeping us distracted and separated from one another.  Pray to God that we may learn to rest in Him, where we surely will find one another.

I just LOVE Tina's photography.  Her work is for sale at very reasonable prices.  Take a look at her photos displayed on her facebook.  Search for Tina Gooden.  I am sure you will find something you would very much like to have.

And as always, I hope you will comment.  Tell us your own snow story.  Click on (number of) comments just below this.  If you don't know who to say you are, just say "anonymous," and if you would, please tell us your first name and say where you're from.


  1. The first day of Snowpocolypse I, it took me one hour to get from my house southwest of Kingman to the Kingman/Reno County line. I gave up. There was no way I was going to make it to my job at Hutchinson Community College. So I drove the hour back towards home only to end up in the ditch two miles from my house.

    My husband was coming from town to take me home when a gentleman in a Toyota truck stopped to see if I was okay. I asked for a ride home; my husband wanted to know if he was "trustworthy". I said he looks fine and besides he knows my dad. When he dropped me off at home he said, "Remember to pay it forward! Help someone in need".

    located in the Spivey/Zenda/Cleveland Triangle

  2. I hear that your husband and your son have had similar adventures!