Well, gee, You all make me homesick. This is from Hazel , living on the desert in Arizona. My worst snow memory was when I got caught by the flagpole on the school grounds at Grand River. I must have been a bit late that day because there were no other children around and the wind and chill was so bad I just stood there, it took my breath away. A teacher who saw me from the school window came out and wrapped her coat around me and got me inside. That same winter, in the late 30's, my mother was stranded for three days, because of snow, on a train on her way to Minnesota where my dad was in the hospital. It must have been a bad weather winter. I do miss the snow. We stayed in Iowa until 1956 and had some great hunting trips in the snow. I played dog and hubby shot the rabbits and pheasants. Now a good story about that. One hunting trip we took along my brother and his 5 year old son Dennis. I stayed in the car reading to Dennis while the men hunted. They returned to the car, opened the back door and threw in three pheasants. Dennis spotted some blood on one and screamed at me "get some band aids aunt Hazel, please find some band aids". Well that was a fun trip home. Thankfully, I do have some good memories. Now husband has emphysema so we must tolerate the heat of the desert. Have Happy Holidays all. Hazel Johannesen Tarr