Winter on the farm can be great fun yet full of unexpected adventures as well. Some of these adventures are fun while others can be downright treacherous.
While we always have cold and wet winters, one in particular comes to memory. The Blizzard of 1978. This particular winter started out as normal for our area of the country. Cold, blustery and just a hint of snow. That would soon change, and put many farmers in a predicament that would last for weeks.
On February 5, 1978 the snow storm began. Over a three-day period we received over four feet of snow. Because of the blowing snow and 5-inch per hour snowfalls, the snow plows couldn’t keep up with it. As soon as the plows would come through, the snow fall would continue and the wind would create huge drifts in the road. It seemed like it would never stop. What blanketed our area in 3 days turned into a two-week clean up, especially in the higher regions where our family resided. Our water froze, and stayed frozen after the power went out. This happened to all of the farmers in our small town. While some who lived near the highway were dug out sooner than others, our dirt road was one of the last to be cleared.
While we waited to be rescued, we made due with the few groceries we had and resorted to using our fire place to keep the house warm. To take care of the animals we went out to our well, hacked a hole in the ice and pulled the water out in buckets. This was rather time consuming, especially if you’ve ever tried to water thirsty cows and horses this way. All of our neighbors did the same thing, spending most of their days trying to keep the animals hydrated.
The real fun in this story was after the work was done. Since we live in a mountainous area, sledding and skiing was a popular past time. My brother and I spent hours sliding down the hills and over snow covered roads, without care of any vehicles inhibiting our paths. We built numerous snow people and dug tunnels all over the front yard. To add to the joy, there was no school for about a week and a half after the storm.
We haven’t had a storm like that for decades, and I hope we don’t any time soon. The idea of pulling water out of the well and heating water over a fire isn’t really my cup of tea. I’m just not as young and adventurous as I used to be, though my kids would probably give it a go.
Hopefully, wherever you are this Christmas day, you’ll be warm and in good spirits. Have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!
~~Charlotte