Two things I distinctly remember about the snow and winter of 1958. Didn't have to go to school for a few days and having to walk to my girlfriends house when that frigid east wind was howling.
Buzz on 10th February 2015 @ 10:03am
I was nine years old and I can remember the frigid east wind howling and the snow drifts.
I can also remember my dad saddling up a horse and he put saddle packs on. He was going to try to get into town to get something. I think he got part way there, and the snowplow was making its way up the hill, so he came back. I don't remember what we needed. I know we had been snowed in for a while. I remember being worried and relieved when he came back.
We had similar storms in later years, but that part sticks in my mind.
I know dairy farmers had to dump milk because the milk truck couldn't make it for pick up.
l.e. on 10th February 2015 @ 2:13pm
More of Al Gore's global warming, similar to what is now happening to the NE.
Kenn on 10th February 2015 @ 3:25pm
We had a group at our house for dinner yesterday. Some of them were reminiscing about previous winters.
One moved here in February of 1965. All of the roads were still washed out from the December 1964 floods.
One could remember traveling, this time of year to the Yakima Valley, via Bench Lake area, which is on the east slope of Mt Adams foothills. He said there was no snow. It was colder but no snow.
Often times they don't open that area up until July 4th, because of deep snow.
It was interesting listening to their stories. One of the gentlemen has kept a diary.
I think a diary is as valuable as documented photos. At the time, we think the day wasn't very interesting, but 50 years later, reading about our lack of snow and warm temperatures will be interesting to someone.
l.e. on 10th February 2015 @ 3:38pm
And I remember being able to walk on top the 6' snow with an ice cap that was over the top of our fence line out on Belmont. Neighbor was reported to be ice skating on it....
Arlen Sheldrake on 11th February 2015 @ 12:18am
This was the year that my Dad donned his skis and threw on his mountain pack and off he went to my The Boys Pine Grove Grocery for a few items that my Mom needed. He was like the U. S. Mail.....didn't matter what the weather was, if he decided to do something nothing got in his way.
charlott on 11th February 2015 @ 7:27am