I remember that blizzard! And the entire winter. I was only about 6 years old but it was very memorable. We lived on a rather hilly farm about 4 miles north of Hedrick in Keokuk County. ("The Utterback place where the old rock house used to be.") There was a sort of shallow ravine between the house and the barn. Snow was drifted so high that my dad actually had to dig a tunnel through part of it in order to get to the horses and milk cows stabled in the barn. I remember the tunnel well because when I was allowed outside to play for a few minutes, I ran back and forth through the (forbidden and probably dangerous) snow tunnel and had so much fun it was worth getting in trouble for it. Then I was inside the house and watched my dad chip and dig steps into the steep hill beyond the house to reach another barn on top of the hill where more cattle had taken shelter during the night. The water tank was frozen over of course, so he had to clear away the snow and ice. He slid back! down the hill on his backside but I don't know if he planned it that way or not. At another point during that winter or maybe another one, I was extremely ill with what was probably strep although I heard someone whisper "diphtheria." Antibiotics (sulfa) had just become available but the town doctor had to order from a larger place than Hedrick. The unpaved country roads were impassable and although I slept through most of it, I heard my parents talking to the doctor on the phone and they sounded worried. Later there was a knock on the door and a blast of cold wind and then Dr. Perkins (anybody remember him?) came in waving a small paper bag, shouting, "It came! It came! I got it!" Then he came to my bed and told me he had ridden out on his horse and he had brought me some wonderful new medicine that would make me well again. And it did! I had my tonsils out the next summer. Like so many Iowans, I live in California now. The memories are bittersweet but I wouldn't want to be there again in winter. Jeanne Surber >I have a newpaper clipping dated April 6, 1938, that my folks saved. It's >about highway 63 four miles north of Waterloo being closed for 14 hours by a >four-foot snowdrift that was 600 feet long. My mom & dad, aunt, & 2-year-old >cousin were in one of the 35 cars that were unable to get through. They >spent the night at a farm house along with a group of other people. Mother said >they gathered around a pot belly stove all night, & in the morning the lady >of the house fixed pancakes for everybody. >I was born the following October, so that was the first of many Iowa >blizzards that I was present for. I lived in Waterloo, Iowa, till I was 20, then >moved to Nebraska (same weather there.) >My favorite winter memories are ice-skating all winter at various outdoor >rinks around Waterloo. >Kay B.